Soaring (Magdalene, #2)

by Kristen Ashley

He convinced you that you were a piece of shit when he is and you went down without a fight.”

He bent his neck deep, getting in my face. “I told you ‘nice dress,’” he clipped. “Because it’s a nice dress. Looks good on you. If that’s mean, you definitely got a screw loose and have no clue how a man should treat you.

“I’ll warn you, might make me crazy, might make me a dick, don’t give a shit, but I get off on goin’ head to head with you. So if you feel like keepin’ your gloves up, baby, bring it. ’Cause I know after doin’ it for a while and then gettin’ that kiss from you, you keep doin’ it, when I finally fuck you it’s gonna,” he leaned deep into me, “wreck you.”

“Is it only me who sees Nazis conspiring in the parking lot?” Mrs. McMurphy asked tetchily.

“Go for it. Don’t let him shit on you. But take a chance on being happy.”