And if the Universe was sentient enough to be sending out warnings to certain people, I could only conclude it hated me, because it hadn’t sent me a warning for any damn thing, ever, as evidenced by the fact that I lived on a forgotten island with my hick cousins and my wacky uncle, and hadn’t had sex since January. ― May Archer, Off Plan “No,” I resumed walking. “I’m not up in his business either. Not like that. We’re friends. We decided.” “You realize […]
Mason Bloom Takes Charge of his One Goddamn Life was never meant to be a romance.
Off Plan: A Whispering Key Novel by May Archer
