would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted
orders and just march in line. Hooah motherfucker.
about the life that led me on the road to nowhere.
about her, but it was easier said than done. She came into my life like a
fucking hurricane, destroying everything in her path. A girl from the right
side of the tracks, which for some reason I couldn’t ever fucking fathom.
didn’t give you a do-over. All that was left for me to do was to accept them,
even fucking embrace them. They became a part of me, as much as every tattoo
that covered my body. Every one of them meant something to me. They were my
battle scars. Far worse than the ones I got in war. In the eyes of others, they
were just colorful, intricate art.
this godforsaken town. No welcome home party from family or friends, no thanks
or parades from the town residents for serving our country.
once read that every warrior hoped a good death would find him. I always went
looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me. I thought fighting for
something I believed in would make me a good man.
wrong side of the tracks, and they would always lead me to the wrong station.
Changing my people, places, and things throughout the years didn’t help change
the outcome of the choices I’d made. Of the things I’d done.
Good Ol’ Boys Standalone Series, The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, and Two Sides.
angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been
reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.