The Twelve Dates of Christmas
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They were a distinctly mixed-ability bunch, for which Kate was greatly relieved. Although some couples instantly took off arm in arm like Torvill and Dean, there were plenty of wobblers, huggers-on-for-dear-lifers, and clingers, who inched their way around the edge, never releasing their white-knuckle grip on the rail; it was to this last group that Kate firmly belonged.
Cat Treadgold
There are lots of fun, well-written passages like this.
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She didn’t want to seem too keen, even though she felt like she wanted to climb down the phone and give him a good sniff.
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LOL
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His voice was smooth; it reminded Kate of polished oak and freshly ground coffee.
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Not your usual sandalwood and soap!
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“I’m a woman, Matt. Ask any woman you like; every one of us has had practice in dealing with unwanted sexual advances or expectations.”
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So true....
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internally she tried to hammer nails back into the box of feelings that had just exploded all over her kitchen.
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Nailed it....
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“For how long?” she asked. “I don’t know exactly,” said Kate. “A while, I think. Maybe always? Or maybe not. I don’t really know. It’s been coming on slowly for a long time.” “Like black ceiling mold,” said Laura. Kate nodded. “And equally hard to get rid of,” she said.
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The secret Christmas wonderland was lost on her tonight. Creatures of the dark scurried out of reach of her stomping boots as she tore through the thicket.
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love her voice