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November 24 - November 26, 2019
Cassidy Coleman dipped her toes in the warm pool water, her lithe, bronzed body glowing with oil and sunlight,
🙄
“You’re already killing me,” Cross said with a hint of impropriety. “With that body.”
I may already hate this book 😷 hope it improves
nounce
Does he mean 'nous'?
At seventeen she walked away from a safe home, but a home in which she’d not been welcome. She never saw her parents again, fell in with a bad boyfriend, became homeless for a few years, and was helped by an older man with good intentions who then died of a sudden heart attack at a comparatively young age. Cassidy again tried to turn her life around, finding a full-time job and using her streetwise, hard-learned skills to get noticed. She studied the art of fighting, using her new talents to grab bit parts in movies, which showcased her abilities and natural beauty. She wanted to get ahead,
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Cliches abound
“Nah, you’re the distraction too,” Cross said, smiling.
Pfft
A day long ago when he’d been forced to confront the woman he robbed—seen the fear, passion, and despair in her eyes and etched in every line on her face. The depth of it had told him right then that it was not worth it. More succinctly than any prison stretch would ever do.
Um, am I supposed to admire the fact that he belatedly realised he shouldn't rob innocent people? That's just bare minimum humanity and decency ffs
victimless crime.
How often am I going to read the words 'victimless crime'? I've already lost count
stanch
'Staunch'?!? Christ this editing is terrible
spinning sharpened silver death
Cringe
“I’m Special Agent Moneymaker. You can call me Heidi.” Cassidy shook her head slightly. “So your name’s Heidi Moneymaker?”
Sweet JESUS
“Our agents entered with the first responders. You want the truth? We already had an operation planned. Nothing on this scale, of course. But the United States wants that map.”
So the CIA was planning on stealing an artefact from a friendly country?!! Um....
Cassidy? Good to look at and handy in a fight, but not a lot up top.
What in the ever loving FUCK is this bullshit about?!? We get it, the author has issues with women. Move the fuck on 🙄😠
the frizzball did—and, hey, it worked!” Bodie sighed. “Frizzball?” “That CIA chick with the hair.”
Oh lovely. So he can only write bitches who men want to bang. Wonderful.
“Aww, thanks. But Cassidy, I know you—impetuous, hard, physical, and always wanting to be the hero. You need somebody like Cross to temper your recklessness—”
Show me who she is, don't use painful pieces of dialogue to tell me.
Cassidy choked on an olive. “Better than us? What you smoking, bitch?”
Cringing hard now.
“All the best thieves can and do,” Bodie said. “I started young. Parents died whilst I was at a birthday party. Orphans adapt or die, and they do it very quickly. They learn to live with what they get, and forget what they once had. Except sometimes . . .” He closed his eyes. “Late at night.”
Oh god I just can't keep reading this shite.
