Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

This book is dedicated to anyone who fucks as a coping mechanism. You do you. Keep coping your brains out.

“Hey,” Lander interrupts, speaking over my shoulder. “Don’t touch her. If you put your hands on her one more time, I’ll rip them off and then sue you for getting blood on my suit. Am I fucking clear?”

at 4%???? what a fucking treat

Because the woman in this mirror is deep and layered, capable of pain and anger and so much more than housework and deference. She’s capable of fighting. Of fucking. She deserves better than this. And tonight, one thing has become crystal clear: She needs to find a way out—for good.

There’s a lot of Spanish being spoken. All that Duolingo? Not helping.

Sebastian has this smug fucking face. The guy is almost attractive, I’ll admit—like, a good haircut away from being someone’s gym crush.