Man Cuffed (Man Hands, #4)

by Sarina Bowen

“I’m tired of wondering why I don’t get cast. Is it my talent? Is it my preparation? Or is it my skin color. I mean—they say they want diverse casting, you know? But what they really mean is a really tan white girl and not an actual woman of color.”

Weird. She's Sadie's sister, right? But not once in the last book was it mentioned that Sadie was anything but another boring white girl, and if it was, it was purely in passing. If you're going to have a diverse cast, you should celebrate it, at least a little.

The store is called Coq de la Cuisine.

Eh? Chicken of the... what... style of cooking ? What does cuisine actually translate to in plain English? Okay, yeah, exactly that. Chicken of the style of cooking. WTF does that mean, exactly?

Can we stop with the childhood memories? Or I’m going to tell Sadie’s husband about the time she cut her own hair with Dad’s weed whacker.”

No. Just... NO. This is not in any reality an actual possibility. Alien abduction is more likely.

“Night, Meg,” he says cooly.

Coolly, not cooly

So when I met Maguire I was like, oh this is nice. And we were dating pretty steadily and things were okay and good and I just felt like...okay. Good. This is what love is supposed to be like and I guess this is enough. And then I met Mac’s brother. He looked the same, sounded the same, but there was something significantly different.” “Did he have herpes?” some wiseacre calls. “No!” We all yell in unison.

“Uncuff me right now, or there will be no triple decker devil’s food cake on your birthday.” “Ohhhh! You are really mad.” She begins to look slightly concerned. “You think? And I’m not joking. If you don’t let me out of here, you’re going to be stuck with mom’s cake. And it’ll probably have crocheted frosting.”