Off to the Races (Gold Rush Ranch, #1)

by Elsie Silver

It’s fight or flight now. All I hear are gasps around me when I look right into the camera and say, “How about you go fuck yourself?” I choose fight.

Few truly dependable things in the world exist, but trust fund babies being douchebags is one you can count on.

Fake smiles, fake friendships, fake family. And that last one is the real kicker. I felt my pretty, perfectly curated life crash down around me that day.

“Well,” I say, gazing ahead, “why don’t you introduce me to the new man in my life?” He turns towards me slowly with a grave look on his face. “He’s going to be a lot of work, Billie.” “Of course, he is, Hank. Men always are.”

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: people suck.

I’m no mother hen. I’m a fucking mother bear. And you poked me. So, when you see me around, I want you to turn and run the other way like the snively, little bitch that you are.”

“When you make shitty fucking decisions, you’ll probably end up in a shitty fucking situation, and you don’t force the people you love to sacrifice themselves for your reputation. It’s unforgivable.”