254 Quotes by Katherine McIntyre

On her darkest days, the memories of the splintered floorboards crept in, along with the drip, drip, drip of old plumbing that had never been fixed. She still remembered the shouts from the others in the crew and how the mingle of voices was at first familiar and over time had grown as distant as the sea.

Her lips against his, the sun soaking into their skin, and the sweet, fragrant breezes that wafted through this isolated picnic area was nothing short of perfection.

Since her time in the necromancer’s clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They’d drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her at the worst time as visuals which should’ve stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

Lilah elbowed her in the side. “Better wipe your mouth, you’re drooling.” Roxie lifted her middle finger. “I’m showing my support.” Lilah waggled her brows. “I bet she wouldn’t mind you supporting her all the way to the bedroom.

When it came to Mel, she just wanted.

Roxie pasted a smile on her face, but inside, she yearned like she stood in a field staring at the distant stars above—longing, longing, longing.

Roxie’s lips were still swollen from the heated kisses they’d shared, and she couldn’t help but lift her fingertips to brush against them, feeling the tender sting.

She lay bare to Roxie, but as the woman dragged her palms along her thighs to open them wide, Mel couldn’t help but surrender.