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Wounded Warrior Quotes

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Nikki Rowe
“The girl was a gypsy before an illness took control of her legs, now she watches in awe the world pass by whilst stillness teaches her about inner strength.”
Nikki Rowe

D.D. Ayres
“Then he was on her, pushing her back onto the bedding, pushing his knee between hers as he balanced himself over her on his hands.

He paused. "I'm going to need a little help here."

"With what?"

"Your panties."

Jori looked down her body and then up into his face just inches from hers. "Use your teeth.”
D.D. Ayres, Primal Force

D.D. Ayres
“What was your college major?"

"Criminal justice." She slid a hand down into the back of his pants and gripped a naked butt cheek. "I wanted to be an attorney. Do something for the greater good."

He hissed in a breath as she slid that hand forward. "And now?"

She smiled against his warm mouth. "I just want to be bad."

He could definitely help with that.”
D.D. Ayres, Primal Force

D.D. Ayres
“A fire is a nice idea. But won't we be spending the evening under the covers?”
D.D. Ayres, Primal Force

D.D. Ayres
“He didn't kiss like other men. There was no smooth seduction. No playful interest. No hint of weighing this kiss against the memory of many others. There was something fierce and hungry in Law's kisses. It was like having the front seat on the Batman roller coaster. The overpowering sensation was that of being swept up by a primal force and taken for a ride.”
D.D. Ayres, Primal Force

“I was twenty years old, a military spouse, and now a caregiver.”
Karie Fugett, Alive Day: A Memoir

“The unfamiliar body part--I was afraid to name it--was out in the open, his foot nowhere to be found. I was later told to call it a "stump," a word I would never feel comfortable saying. The empty space below his knee sucked the air out of my body until I was empty, too. And then I was running in the opposite direction. It was too permanent, too real. His foot was gone. It was just fucking gone.”
Karie Fugett, Alive Day: A Memoir