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The Big Sugarbush The Big Sugarbush by Ana B. Good
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“Dylan looked promising. Tomboy. Tall and deliciously rangy. Her raven hair was unevenly sliced, streaked auburn in a patch or two. A thatch of black hair hung like a flag of bad-girl honor over Dylan’s right eye. She was delightfully loud. Her black, paint-splattered jeans were ripped at both knees. She wore a red T-shirt that proclaimed: “Ask Me About My Big Pink Pussy.”
Ana B. Good, The Big Sugarbush
“A tall woman with ass-length, honey-blonde hair had entered the lobby and was barking orders at an entourage of men who toted her Gucci leather luggage. Her dog, a white Westie, was barking, adding to the commotion. “Justin!” the woman chastised the man who held the door open for her. “Icky snow on my feet. My Manolo Blahniks. Oh my God! These shoes are a work of art! Do somethinggg!”
Ana B. Good, The Big Sugarbush
“Bunny plucked the lit cigarette from Dylan’s lips and slipped it between her own. “Always offer a lady a cigarette after sex. It’s polite.” “I look like Miss Manners to you?”
Ana B. Good, The Big Sugarbush
“Dylan mumbled, “Yeah. Sure. Okay, I guess.” “And don’t sleep with Bunny again. Don’t even so much as look at her in a way that might make her panties slippery. Understand?” Dylan stopped abruptly in the hallway. “Why? Give me one good reason.” “Because you want to be loved, and every time you’re not loved you feel worse about yourself. And Bunny is definitely not going to love you.”
Ana B. Good, The Big Sugarbush
“The last few days of treatment, Babe kept barking at everyone that no one was ever cured of an addiction. One day at a time, ladies. Take it one day at time...Remember: progress, not perfection!”
Ana B. Good, The Big Sugarbush
“In truth, most addicts find relief the moment they stop hiding. The moment they publicly admit they have a problem. For most high-functioning addicts, the moment they realize there’s a God and it’s not them, relief floods into their tortured hearts.”
Ana B. Good, The Big Sugarbush