Forget Your Morals (The Carlson Brothers, #2)

by Sarah Blue

To the amount of glory hole research done for this book. You’re welcome.

Now that I think about it, I’m one-hundred percent off J names for the future.

headrest. “I don’t want to talk, because if you keep talking I’ll want to turn around and run that fucker over with my car.

Do you know how much restraint it took for me to just slap him? God, I wanted to hit him so hard that he would have to be fed through a fucking straw. So please shut up so I can get my shit together, take you home, and go back to my normal everyday life. My life that isn’t interrupted with dramatic late night rescues because you can’t seem to have any sense of self preservation or any fucking radar when it comes to a man being an absolute piece of shit,”