Forget Your Morals (The Carlson Brothers, #2)

by Sarah Blue

What’s the best way to figure out who you are? Anonymous sex, obviously.

Since my heart might be located in my vagina most of the time,

Add in copious amounts of therapy and avoiding men like the fucking plague—I think I can do this.

Clearly, the universe decided my rock bottom was indeed not the actual bottom. I think my life actually dug out a piece of the earth’s core to have me land at this actual bottom.

The universe truly is a cunt.

hand my mom her iPad as soon as we get to the hospital room and she automatically pulls up one of her online card games. “Thank God. I was getting so bored I thought I was going to die.”

“When is the last time you remember Lincoln being happy? When he wasn’t moping around sitting by himself in the backyard. He fucking smiles now. It’s terrifying, but it’s because of Penny,”