Let It All Burn (From the Ashes, #1)

by Denise Grover Swank

“They have served their purpose,” Vee whispered into my ear, “and they have done it well. Your breasts. Your hips. Your lips. Your hair. They are signs of your womanly glory, not to be looked upon with shame. Not to be hidden. They are to be celebrated.”

Maybe I would have been more interested in sex if I hadn’t been so tired all the time. If I hadn’t felt like I’d given every last part of myself to someone else. Maybe I would have been more amorous if I’d felt like you were a real partner and not just one more person to take care of.”