Quiver (Philia Players #1)

by Giuliana Victoria

Create the family you want. Our friends are just family that we get to choose. So choose quality over quantity, and always remember, the love you choose to give is precious. Don’t squander it. Reserve some of that love for yourself, and be gentle and kind to yourself too. For the gentle souls with a wild side, this one’s for you.

For anyone who’s ever felt like they need to tone down their personality for people to like you. The right people will know your worth, and you’ll never have to dull your shine for them. <

“That unsightly picture of you has been hanging on the door for the last three days, but I’m glad to see that you’re much more beautiful than that picture of you deep-throating a corncob would suggest.”

Tonight, I dream about a mysterious stranger with beautiful eyes and an incredible ass.

“Gattina, if I were reprimanding you, you’d know it. I’d have you bare-assed, lying over my lap as I spank the defiance out of you.”

they all came to live with us on Christmas Day.

his password?!?! Omg

Gattina

The nicknameeeee

Not so anxious behind a screen now, are we? Katarina… are you a keyboard warrior?

You look like one of the heroes from my romance novels (this is the highest compliment you could ever receive, btw). Your eyes are my favorite color, and you've got an ass I could bounce a quarter off of.

his stubble scraping along my inner thigh through my leggings, before he plants a soft kiss on the inside of my knee.

“No, Kat, baby, can I take care of you tonight? I don’t mean pulling some sorry excuse for a human being off of you at a bar or taking you home. I mean, can I grab a pair of sweats from my place real quick and then take you to your room, run you a bubble bath to soak in while I make something for you to eat, and cuddle you on the couch until you fall asleep?”

“Use your words, baby, or I’m not touching you.”

“Such a good girl.” I let out a long groan. Fucking hell. Is praise kink written across my forehead in neon lights?

Frankly, I think we should all just let people read whatever the hell they want as long as it isn’t hurting anyone else. That said, every single one of these books is about getting fucked by a hockey player or three.

“That’s too low of a number. How will I know how you want me to fuck you if you’ve got me stuck reading the intro?”

“He ate me out like I was the last meal on Earth and the world was in flames,

Somehow, she manages to make me forget my own name every time we’re together.

He’s like a cinnamon roll—hot on the outside but oh so soft and gooey in the center.

“Katarina Narvaez, did you bring me to cuddle puppies?!” His face is lit up like a damn Christmas tree, and it’s more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen. That dimple in his right cheek is on full display, making my heart thump against my chest.

“Major brownie points if it’s smut. We aren’t judging if you read closed-door romances either, but the four of us are smut sluts,

“I’ll accept my brownie points then and the invitation to this book club. I too am a fellow ‘smut slut,’”

“Oh, thank god, because I totally lied. We absolutely would judge you if they were closed-door!”

“I’m going to fuck that pretty throat of yours. Consider it punishment for the weeks of silence I’ve had to endure from you.”

I love you like you’re the first and the last breath of fresh air I’ll ever take.”