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244 pages, Paperback
First published June 16, 2014





































and I am so much looking forward to the next one
Ian Kerr is a danger to me.
You turned down my money, returned my box of gifts, challenged me in my loft, and spurned my advances. I'm not sure you could have made yourself more irresistible.
"I want you, Tiny Corielli. I've wanted you since the minute I saw you and that want has turned into a need I've not been able to shake. i tried to ignore what I was feeling, push it aside, but it kept returning, I'm not going to fight it anymore."
Ian 's taking over my life.
The connection between us is real and we are bound by it even if we don't want to be.
...underneath money, fame, class differences, we all bleed, hate, love, cry, want.



“make me wetter than a fire hydrant on the fourth of July."

I guess that’s why I’m angry. Ian is acting like he intends to be best friends with us for a long time, and my mom is eating this up. It’s as if all my decisions are being made for me. Plus, I can’t even protest without looking like an utter jackass
“You’ve been very patient with me,” I say softly. “I’d wait forever for you, Tiny,” he responds. “If you don’t believe it now, you will in fifty years when you’re still with me.”
* * *
“I want you, bunny, and I’ll have you. This will be the last night you cry alone.”

“Wait a second, don’t you have anything that you want to say to me?” He quirks an eyebrow up. I hum a few bars of the 1970s song made popular by David Cassidy that my mom loved to sing. I think I love you. Ian looks at me, and then when the lyrics come to him, he throws his head backward and lets out a belly-shaking laugh. “One of these days you’ll feel comfortable saying it out loud, but I’ll definitely be changing your ringtone tomorrow.”
not really my thing.
and finally, Victoria is a biker courier. It was very refreshing and interesting read about it. It made me realise how challenging and dangerous is being a bicycle courier in a big city.

" It's a bad Broadway musical beat where the disease is the conductor. It's the disease- the mutating, killing cells- that directs the players. Today the beat is somber.
"You must think my pussy is lined with fucking gold if I'm worth a million-dollar apartment overlooking Central Park."
"I hum a few bars of the 1970s song made popular by David Cassidy that my mom loved to sing. I think I love you Ian looks at me, and then... "
"Tiny, meet Steve. Steve's in charge of me."
"So Steve's in charge of you? How come I don't believe that?"
"He's in charge of where I can go. He gets very irritated when I'm in new places, & then I have to soothe him with expensive bottles of Scotch and free trips for his family to come visit him from Australia. It gets pricey. I try to keep him happy."
"I want you to know I'm not hard because you're crying, but because any normal man would have this reaction if you stay on his lap for more than a second.