Living the 3 R's – Reading, Writing, Reviewing
Read Stolen on Inkitt. Chapter 3 “How was Mr. Mocha latte?” “Bethany,” I groaned. Yes, she always found a way to compare the men I slept with to a beverage of some sort. And every time it made me cringe. Nothing was worse than Mr. Sidecar. But that had nothing to do with his appearance…
Read Stolen on Inkitt. Chapter 2 Eight years ago The cafe was nice. Quaint. That word made my face want to scrunch. Quaint was like saying someone had a good personality instead of remarking on their physical appearance. Not always a complimentary word. Avoidance at its best. Another Saturday afternoon. Another cafe. After last weekend,…
Read Stolen on Inkitt. Chapter 1 This, like so many other attempts, was not right. Not that I had any qualms about casual sex. That was all I had lately. “Sorry I can’t stay,” I told him. Spoiler alert – I was not sorry. He was not the one running this show. Moving off the…