I need him. More than air in my lungs or water in my blood, more than food after fasting or shelter from the most violent storm, I need him, am barely surviving without him. He is the light on my darkest night, the guide through my darkest days. An umbrella in the rain, a cool breeze on a sunny day, Logan is everything. But Derek…
God, he is, too.
-Torn Between Twins (Tales of the Taken Bridesmaids 1)
Baby, I don’t want to simply burn you. I want to torch you from the inside out and watch as every part of you burns to the ground. In spite of the heat in his texted words, I shiver. Then when you’re no more than a pile of embers, I want to ignite you all over again.
My shivers become shakes. From a small spark…
~Torn Between Twins (Tales of the Taken Bridesmaids 1)
Well hello, there. I’m Molly Grayson, and I’d like to welcome you to my neck of the cyber woods. As I’m sure you can tell, this blog is brand spanking new and is a major work in progress. But I’m not the kind of girl to leave a person hanging. So, if you’re like me and patience is not your greatest virtue, swing by Mia Ashlinn’s I’ve Got Got 69 Problems But a Kink Ain’t One today. I’ve posted a “Teasetastic” taste of what is to come.