Billion Dollar Pack (The Wolfverse, #3)

by Sam Hall

“I pick them up, suck them dry, and then leave their pathetic husks behind.”

“You need to be wined, dined, and sixty-nine’d,

sometimes, the secret of a good relationship seemed to be finding someone who you liked, respected, and were attracted to, whose baggage didn’t disrupt yours too unduly.

A man couldn’t fix a woman. He couldn’t make her feel good about herself when she was trained to feel bad. He couldn’t take her trauma and wave his dick over it, whisking it all away. Once the first gloss of a relationship wore off and you started acting like the person you really were, it all came back, but there was something about a man, or a woman, a loved one, turning up and being present in your life. Someone who was willing to walk beside you as you did the work, because maybe, just maybe, their persistent subliminal message of love, of acceptance, of need and desire, but most of all, of respect, could provide you with a buffer from a cruel and unusual world, creating a safe harbour in which you could decide to love yourself.