For the Plot (All for Love, #1)

by Katie Van Brunt

There is no passion to be found in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. -Nelson Mandela

I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours. -Bob Dylan

“I ought to bend you over this bar and teach you a lesson for trying to make me jealous like that.” His breath is hot against my ear. I knew he was the bend-you-over type, dammit.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I sneer. I dig through my clutch for a hair tie, then secure my hair in a low ponytail. “If I recall correctly, you liked it when I bossed you around,” he whispers, gently tugging at my ponytail.

“I can’t believe you framed my picture.” “I can’t believe I found you again.”

Women should feel empowered in the bedroom, not ashamed. And life’s too short to have terrible sex.

“I see the way he looks at you.” That gets my attention. It’s my turn to prop my elbows on the table. “How does he look at me?” “Like you’ve changed his life.”

When it comes down to it, bad things happen to good people all the time. Searching for a reason won’t change the facts. It’s what we do next that matters most.

“God!” I scream, reveling in the sensation of being filled up. “That’s not my name, baby, but I love that you think so highly of me.”

And I want to be there for you. I want to do this. I’m choosing this. I’m choosing you. Let me choose you.”