There’s a reason we only hire blondes.
T.L. MARTINThere’s a reason we only hire blondes.
T.L. MARTINShe wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
T.L. MARTINIt’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me.
T.L. MARTINEmbrace the glorious mess that you are.
T.L. MARTINRevenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.
T.L. MARTINEva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.
T.L. MARTINHeartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.
T.L. MARTINMy eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.
T.L. MARTINBe you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.
T.L. MARTINDamaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
T.L. MARTINI quickly learned I needed someone who specifically enjoyed, or at the very least could take it, when I hit that point of blinding release. Every time, I lost all sense of the control I work so hard at maintaining.
T.L. MARTINI never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.
T.L. MARTINHatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
T.L. MARTINI don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.
T.L. MARTINLike I’m a puzzle to be worked out and he’s got all damn day.
T.L. MARTINBefore I found an outlet through sex and blood.
T.L. MARTIN