Endurance (Harris Brothers, #2)

by Amy Daws

Her room smells like fruit and flowers and perfume and all things girlie. I have a strange desire to roll around in it and coat it all over me. And then I realise that I’m a bloke and having those thoughts is really unmanly.

She’s a witch. A temptress. She’s got me completely under her chocolatey, crazy chick spell and I’m entranced.

Belle’s a bit of a head case from time to time, but it’s nothing a good swizzle stick can’t fix. I think a fair amount of dickin’ keeps us both in better spirits.

“Belle, your crazy is showing.”

‘When you don’t know what to do, sit still.’” He sighs heavily with realisation dawning on his features. “I was sitting still before, Belle, but I’m done with that now. This is new territory for me, but I’m asking you to move…with me.”

But once you have someone that you don’t want to let go, it makes you wish you never would have taken hold of anyone else.