Tangled Like Us (Like Us, #4)

by Krista Ritchie

The ego of my dad alone could fill the entire Milky Way.

clocked him

I’m beginning to realize it’s not just the language. She likes me. There aren’t many people that get off on other people’s happiness. Other people’s interests. Jane is that rare kind of person.

I don’t want to be in the room when her dad sees that photo online. He might have a stroke. Hopefully Aunt Lily is with him. She always knows what to say to calm Uncle Lo.

LIVING for the lily and lo crumbs

Price says, “Was it for the fame or the sex?” “Neither,” I say, not even hesitating. “It was just her.” It was always just her.

thatcher moretti the man that you are

He may not be my bodyguard anymore, but he doesn’t have to be for me to feel unequivocally safe in his arms. And the road ahead may be filled with more potholes and storms, but I’m not driving down a one-way street. We’re together. Whatever we have to face, that’s all that matters to me. We’re together in love.