My Rules (Kingston Lane, #2)

by T.L. Swan

“Can you repeat that, Jules?” I point to the phone as I hold it out for the boys to hear. “Henley is a big boy, and if he wants to go to Vegas, he can go to Vegas,” Juliet repeats. “Thank you.” I smile. “This is why we are marrying you, sweet Juliet.” “I’m not marrying you, Blake,” she replies dryly. “So you think.” Antony smirks

The tooth fairy can’t cook, which can only mean one thing . . . She gives good head.

“Look, all I’m saying is, this Kindle . . . is the fucking mother ship of sex tips for deviants,” Henley tells us. “I’m going to have a doctorate in this shit by the time I’ve finished reading all these books.”