Exquisite Karma (Iron Horse MC Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
My core muscles ached from all the heaving I’d done and I wondered dimly if the altitude in Golden, Colorado, was somehow fucking with me. All I knew was that in the few days I’d been here, my morning sickness had returned with a vengeance and I was out of my anti-nausea medicine, which left me up shit creek without a paddle. Sweat lay heavy on my skin, and I gasped as I hugged the rim of the toilet I personally cleaned every night like it was a piece of lab equipment in a biological warfare research hospital. I knew, without fail, I’d be slumped over the porcelain throne like I currently was, and I wanted it as clean as possible. Nothing like heaving into a toilet and noticing a mold stain beneath the rim. Urk. My brain was pounding with a massive stress headache that had me seeing more dots and I wanted to just curl up in a ball and weep, but I couldn’t. Even though my muscles ached like I’d climbed forty flights of stairs, and even my bones felt brittle, I had to be strong.
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