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353 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2022
“I hate that I like you.”
“I like that I hate you.”
“What are you drinking? Poison, I hope.”
She pursed her lips and perused the various liquor bottles. “What can I drink to give you a personality?”
Looking pointedly at her dress, Christian gave an appreciative snort. “So, what are you, like, trying now?”
“Could you do the same, please? It took you sixteen takes to nail four lines of dialogue this morning.”
“Can’t rush perfection.”
Hannah Bellinger had always been more of a supporting actress than a leading lady. The hype girl. If she’d lived in Regency England, she would be the second at every duel, but never wield the pistol.
“Drop the oil, wet girl”
“I know what you like now, freaky girl.”
“How’s your tush?” He cupped the buns in question. “Sore, I bet.”
"Men like to feel useful. It stirs up our precious alpha male pride. Find something heavy and tell him you need it lifted. You will have emphasized your physical differences and thus, the fact that he's a man and you're a woman. Men need way less prompting to think of...[sex]"
"Drop the oil, wet girl," he said. "We both know you don't need it."
How could his father bring women over while his eighteen-year-old son was visiting?
"She felt like the runrise coming up over the water after a bad storm..."
“You make me feel like I’m in the exact right place,”I’ve read quite a few of Tessa Bailey’s books, and although I’ve enjoyed every one I’ve read, none of them have had that five star favorite quality for me… until now. Hook, Line, and Sinker was the perfect romance for me. I loved everything about Hannah and Fox’s story!
“I didn’t know what right felt like until you,” he choked out. “I’m holding on to the good you give me. I’m holding on to you.”
“The main-character moment?” "Yeah. You know, when you've got the perfect mood going, soundtrack to match. And you're on a rainy road, feeling dramatic. You're the star of your own movie. You're Rocky training for the fight. Or Baby learning how to merengue in Dirty Dancing. Or you're just crying over a lost love."
“Laugh with them, instead of being laughed at. Make the joke, instead of being the joke."
"You can't live life worrying about what people will think. You'll wake up one day, look at a calendar, and count the days you could have spent being happy."
“You make me feel like I’m in the exact right place.”
"I could tell by the way you looked at her, she was something really special."
"How did I look at her?" He was afraid to find out.
"Ah, son. Like a summer day showing up after a hundred years of winter."
“There was never going to be a life away from you, because, Jesus, that's no life at all.”
"I'm good at being... supportive"
"If you're laughing with them, they can't laugh at you right?"
"Word to the wise, don't ever learn the harmonica while you have braces."
"Hannah. Oh God. No." His head fell back briefly, a laugh puffing out of him. "What happened?"
"Our parents were in the Mediterranean, so we walked to our neighbor's house and they were in France-"
"Ah, yes, Typical neighborhood problems."
She snorted. "So their landscaper offered to drive me and Piper -who had actually peed her pants laughing- in the back of his truck." She could barely keep her voice even, the need to giggle was so great. "We were driven to the closest hospital in the back of a pickup truck while the harmonica was stuck to my face. Every time I exhaled, the harmonica would play a few notes. People were honking..."
His whole body was shaking with laughter, and Hannah could tell he'd finally, fully relaxed.
The sexual tension didn't leave completely, but he'd shelved it for now. "What did they say at the hospital?"
"They asked if I was taking requests."