Anyone But Rich (Anyone But..., #1)

by Penelope Bloom

To make matters worse, we’d all been struck by adulthood. That inexorable internal shift when people started judging the success of a day by how productive they were instead of how much fun they had.

“Call my boss? I am the law, bitch. So leave a message.”

“Really, Iris? You have a Batman belt full of cool stuff, and you poke her with your oversize cop dildo?”

“A foolish man walks into a trap. A wise man avoids it. But a businessman? He takes advantage of it. Which are you?”

“My boobs aren’t airbags,” she said. “No shit,” I said, rubbing my elbow. “That felt like trying to break my fall with two single bubbles from a roll of Bubble Wrap.”

Trap a man in the dark with no sign of light and he’d resign himself to his fate, but give him the faintest sign of the sun and he’d try to fight his way free until his last breath.

The bastard made eye contact with me while he unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and rolled them up his forearms. He absolutely knew what he was doing. It was the male equivalent of whipping out a little cleavage, and his forearm cleavage was unfortunately superb.

“Who says you need balls to do something brave?” I asked. “Why do testicles get so much credit? What does a shriveled-up, hairy bag have to do with conquering your fears? It’d make just about as much sense as saying, Damn, that took boobs.”

Cade is smarter than he lets on, but he’s also dumber than he seems.”