The Playboy (Spade Hotel, #1)

by Marni Mann

“All right, we’ll see about that. But when a woman has the power to make your grumpy ass smile—and I’m talking really smile, where it starts in your stomach and goes up your chest and you feel it deep in your bones—you’ll know she’s the one.”

Pure poetry

Macon wasn’t just handsome. That word wasn’t nearly strong enough for him. He was a vibe. A mood. He could even be a religion.

Hehe

Shit, I’d never thought I’d be the man who fell first. I’d never thought I’d be the guy waiting for the woman to express her feelings after I’d already voiced mine. But here I was. I had no shame or regret. I didn’t give a fuck how much shit my friends and brothers gave me about stalking the club or being obsessed with her or pointing out that I was pussy-whipped. They were right. I was. Because Brooklyn was worth it. She was everything I’d never known I wanted. And the more I learned about her, the harder I wanted to draw her in.