Before We Came (Lakes Hockey, #1)

by Sloane St. James

“What about when she would insist we play house with her but then she would make herself the”—he air quotes—“family armadillo?”

Her little kid writing is pretty great

I want someone who will bang me like a screen door in a hurricane. Loud, hard, and often. Nothing too crazy, just passionate. I want to feel wanted by someone.

These days, my joints practically pop and click just from ripping ass.

“So, I’m dead?” “Basically,” Jack answers, leaning back in his chair. I turn to him. “Can I be made undead?” “Nope. We gotta kill you now. Needs to match the paperwork.”

which is why I called the news stations to leak her story.

What a dick

I decided to marry Bridget when I was eight. I don’t need to think anymore.

I was a placeholder for someone else. Existing only to look good on paper.