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288 pages, Paperback
First published January 19, 2016
“Let me make sure I have this right. You’re banging the prosecutor on your case?”
I swallow a mouthful of turkey club. “Yep. Well, sometimes we bang — sometimes we just hang out… Sometimes we talk… And sometimes we make sweet, sweet love.”
Stanton clarified. “And it doesn’t affect how you’re trying the case?”
“Nope. We go at each other hard all day in court, then we go at it harder all night in bed. And nothing about it isn’t awesome.”
“And the prosecutor is your childhood friend, who you pretty much fell in love with when you were seventeen but didn’t see again for fourteen years?” …
Insults are our flirting. Arguing is our foreplay.
One time, she was so worked up she hauled off and took a swing at me — and my reaction was a boner that couldn’t be denied. It’s not as twisted as it sounds.
It works for us.
Once upon a time she was my best friend. For a hot minute, she was more. After that, she hated me. And then she was just… gone.
I haven’t seen her for fourteen years, and the last time I did, she sure as shit didn’t look like this.
“Kennedy…” I whisper, still not entirely convinced it’s her.
She regards me with a tilted her, a cocked hip, and a disdainful smile.
Okay. Now I’m convinced.
I look into the gorgeous eyes of the girl I’ve known my whole life, and my only thought is, what the hell took me so long to do this?
“What are you doing?”
She turns sharply, like she wasn’t expecting me to wake up. “I have to get home. I have to shower and get ready for court.”
With a yawn, I say, “Okay, I’ll drive you.”
“Don’t bother. A cab will be faster.”
Ahhhhh. Sweet, cuddly, open Kennedy has left the building.
Defensive, jumpy, prickly-like-a-cactus Kennedy is in the house.
“All these years, she’s never let anyone else in. She’s had her reasons, but the bottom line is, there hasn’t been any guy who’s gotten past her fire-breathing dragon. And what if… what if the reason I’ve never let myself fall in love with anyone is because I didn’t have anything to give? Because I’d already given my heart to her when we were seventeen years old? And all these years… I’ve just been waiting for her to come back to me with it.”
“I don’t know why I’m here.” And she sounds genuinely bewildered — even a little panicked.
“Obviously because I’m irresistible.” The wind blows, spraying ice cold drops across my bare skin where my shirt hangs open. “You’re shivering, honey, come inside.”
She stares at me, so many emotions swirling in her expression. She’s like a skittish kitten who can’t decide if she should let the stranger pat her head or haul ass up the nearest tree.
And it breaks my heart.
When her eyes dip, I lift her chin. “If I could go back and change all of that, I would. But this is where we are now. We have to move forward. I’m in love with you. And if it takes a while for you to wrap your head around that — to wrap your heart around it — then I’ll wait. Because you’re worth waiting for. You always were.”
“What’s your nickname”?”
She frowns, trying to figure it out. “Because your middle name is Charles?”
I shake my head and tell her with the straightest face, “Big Cock.”
“Do you know what I think when I look at you, Brent?”
“I don’t think, ‘Oh, Brent is so strong’, even though you are. I don’t think ‘He’s survived so much’, even though you have. I just think- perfect. You’re… perfect.”
“I have loved you forever… but never as much as I love you right now.”
Over the last fourteen years I've thought a lot about what it'd be like to see Kennedy Randolph again- but I never thought it'd be on the opposite side of a courtroom.
Arguing is our foreplay. One time, she was so worked up she hauled off and took a swing at me- and my reaction was a boner that wouldn't be denied.
She looks me straight in the face. "I could never be with someone like you- you have the maturity of a twelve-year-old boy."
I raise my glass. "And you have the chest of one."
I'm in love with you. And if it takes awhile for you to wrap your head around that- to wrap your heart around it- then I'll wait. Because you're worth waiting for. You always were."
”When I look at you, think about you, I can’t decide if I want to fuck you, strangle you, or just hold you in my arms. Usually all three. And if that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”
“You have the maturity of a 14-year-old boy!“ Kennedy hisses.
"And you have the chest of one.”
"She’s always been in my thoughts, even when I didn’t realize it.”
“Okay, good. I need your lacrosse stick. I need it really bad.”
It takes me a second before I know how to answer.
“Is that, like, a code word for my dick?”
She got to me forever ago—under my skin, into my heart— and she’s been there, waiting, ever since.
**4 batman stars**
“The ride is the only thing that makes the fall worth it.”Brent Mason, an ambitious lawyer has it all - partner to a successful law firm and constantly surrounded by the loved one’s but he can’t deny the feeling of emptiness when he is alone at his mansion. Losing a leg in his childhood didn’t affect his ability to charm any woman or get into their pants, but none of these ladies could fill up the loneliness created a long time ago when the girl who grew up next door, his best friend and the one he fell in love with broke his heart or so he thinks. And now she has returned to his home town after fourteen long years.
She looks me straight in the face.giggle at their bickering...
“I could never be with someone like you-
you have the maturity of a twelve-year-old boy.”
I raise my glass. “And you have the chest of one.”
“What’d you do to your face?” she asks, folding her arms.and swoon at their romance!
I touch my chin. “I grew a beard.”
“Well ungrow it. It looks like a vagina from a 1970s porn film.”
“When I look at you, think about you, I can’t decide if I want to fuck you, strangle you, or just hold you in my arms. Usually all three. And if that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”*Mark your calendar folks, Jan 19th is when it hits your Kindle…*
"Once upon a time she was my best friend. For a hot minute she was more. After that, she hated me. And then she was just...gone."
"There's too much passion between us - so much feeling. I think she might even love me already."
"It was my Devil Wears Prada moment."
I nod, even though I have no fucking idea what she's talking about.
And she calls me on it.
"You don't know what that means, do you?"
"Not a clue."