I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. I’d learned to roll with it most days. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth.
In Harmony- Emma Scott
I’ve never been hit in the face. My mother didn’t bother disciplining me. Though I saw men hit her and my aunt from time to time, no man has ever hit me, so I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known that the first hit, that baptism into violence, doesn’t just sting the flesh. It startles the soul.
Long Shot- Kennedy Ryan
His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.
Bring Down the Stars- Emma Scott
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.
Lost and Found Sisters- Jill Shalvis
Ragged police tape swung from the columns. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Like it is still screaming.
Every Deep Desire- Sharon Wray
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