Liars Like Us (Morally Gray, #1)

by J.T. Geissinger

My vagina wakes up from her six-month nap and screams at me that though this man looks like the emotionally unavailable type with major control issues, she would very much like to be wrecked by him.

If my vagina could detach from my body and fling itself right onto his face, it would.

It’s amazing how someone I find so attractive can also make me want to bash him over the head with my shoe.

“I promise to take care of you in every way for the rest of both our lives. Now give me fucking permission to touch you before I die of need, you stubborn fucking woman.”

So do the male population of Los Angeles a favor and keep your smiles for your husband, or you might find yourself standing in a pool of someone else’s blood.”

“You look like a cat that can’t decide if it’s going to purr or claw me to shreds.”

Overthinkers are tortured by unanswered questions. It’s our own personal version of hell.

“I know I’m damaged. But all my broken pieces belong to you.”