“ My cheeks still bulging with wine, I properly scoped out the room. Mom? Check. Dad? Check. Ari? Check? Rabbi Abrams, here to perform the ceremony to induct my brother as the latest member in the Broth… Deborah Wilde
“ Even with all the lights off, the room was as bright and insistent as Martha Stewart’s smile. Deborah Wilde
“ The twin desires to both smack the smug off his face and rip off his pants to see for myself should have negated each other and yet, there they were. “Seriously, his stupid reality show Live like a Ki… Deborah Wilde
“ An icy slither ran up my core as I stared at my right hand, its tremors Richter scale violent. Was this my demon-killing ability? Destined to be some supernatural whore luring hell spawn into back all… Deborah Wilde
“ Even though his ass extended past the seat, it was so rock hard that it didn’t droop over the sides. I checked twice to make sure. Deborah Wilde
“ Mornings after sucked. Walks of shame were a necessary evil, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed shimmying back into the same trollop togs twice. I picked glitter out of my hair, then straightened my sequi… Deborah Wilde
“ What’s-his-name had started out with all the promise of a wild stallion gallop, but he’d ended up more of a gentle trot. I didn’t know if the fault lay with the jockey or the ride, but it had been a l… Deborah Wilde
“ What better way to lose that hangover headache than get drunk again? Oh, the joys of being Canadian with socialized health care and legal drinking age of nineteen. After a year (officially) honing tha… Deborah Wilde
