The end of an awful marriage might be the beginning of something smoking hot. Click to buy.
By Alexa Day
I can still remember the time I discovered my first book boyfriend was married.
His name was Edward Rochester. I was in seventh grade.
Jane Eyre‘s Edward was not perfect. He had a mean streak a mile wide. He flirted with other women where he knew I — Jane, I mean Jane — would see it. His child was kind of obnoxious. But I was willing to live with that. He wasn’t any worse than my movie boy...
Published on May 10, 2016 08:35