Knot My Type (All Access, #1)

by Evie Mitchell

Save for weddings and births, best days weren't planned affairs. They just occurred, falling into your lap like little blessings sent from the gods.

"Why must men be difficult?" "Because if they were easy, they'd be dogs."

Frankie was the kind of woman who I referred to as a sun. She sucked people into her orbit, bathing them in her glow. If I wasn't careful, one of us could get burned. Badly.

"Adults forget to fuel their inner child. And those who had childhood experiences taken away—the kids who grew up far too fast—they deserve it more than most. Play is, and should always be considered, a birthright. Just as breathing, and living, and existing in happiness should be a birthright."

"Safe spaces are great but brave spaces are where it's at for me. And brave spaces mean inviting people in and building connections that might not otherwise exist. They're all about constructive discomfort."

"Just so we're clear," I murmured gruffly. "This doesn't mean we're on a date." "W-w-what?" I kissed her, and to my fucking horror found she didn't taste like sugar or spice. She tasted like forever.

"You're the kind of woman who should come with a warning label." "What? Loves trashy reality TV shows and fails at cooking?" "Makes a man lose his goddamn mind."

"It's not unrealistic to expect a guy to sweep me off my feet. Life imitates art all the time, and don't we all deserve an epic love story?"

"Our heights are too different for you to randomly kiss me. Now, when you want to lay one on me, you can grab and pull."

"Pain and joy aren't mutually exclusive. I can feel one while experiencing the other."

"Doesn't matter what his surname is, he's family."

"Fuck my cock, rainbow. Fuck me. Let me stretch you out. Feels good, doesn't it? My big cock fucking your tight pussy."

"I'm gonna fuck you until I'm the only man you remember."