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His signature was bold, confident. Just like the man it belonged to. It irked me. Just like the man it belonged to.
She awarded me a smile and not one of the toned-down, proper ones. This was a light-up-her-lovely-face grin. Wow. Was that an angels’ chorus I was hearing?
There were some members of the human race who made it their duty to tear others down, tried to destroy them. And then there were the Emily Stantons of the world. Ones who cared and fixed and tried to make things better.
His thumb skimmed under my lip, and he looked at me almost fondly. “Get that look off your face immediately,” I commanded. He grinned and my knees nearly went out from under me.
The woman was a manipulative liar, and I was already half in love with her. I just needed to be patient, give her enough time with my smoldering sexiness before her resolve shattered.
“I burst in here because you didn’t feel the need to explain to me that you needed a break.
He was told No Wednesdays
“As you wish,”
Embarrassed that I’d been caught, I offered her a polite smile. “Welcome to the VIP section. I’m Emily Stanton.” “Franchesca Baranski,” she answered, shaking my hand enthusiastically.
Frankie and Aiden!
“That tall drink of water over there is my husband, Aiden Kilbourn. He’s probably negotiating the price of a small country.” “He’s very handsome,” I said.
Was there anything sexier than those long looks across a crowded room where everyone else just melted into the wallpaper?
“Having you is what I require to stay alive. A man could die of starvation.” “Are you pressuring me?” I shook my head. “I don’t mean to, but yes.”
Alexandra
The Price of Scandal was published first (2019) so by the time Forever Never came out in 2021, seems like Lucy thought Alessandra would be a better spelling than Alexandra.
we’ve taking
Either we’re taking or we’ve taken
Not we’ve taking
Together, we wrestled her pants off. They landed over the lampshade. Probably a fire hazard, but she was gripping my shaft and freeing it from my sweatpants. And I didn’t care if we burnt down Miami.
“Show me, Emily. Show me how you feel. What you want.” My voice was broken glass. “Show me while I tell you.” “Derek,” she gasped as she began to move. “I love you,” I said. “I love you.”
“I’m straight, but she’s never been more attractive to me than she is right now,” Jane whispered. “Same boat,” I agreed under my breath.
“Hmm, chiseled jaw covered in stubble. Carelessly worn suit. Ooh. Eyes like the deepest point in the Caribbean.” “I like to think of them as a glacier blue,” I told her. “Glacier. Nice.” Her fingers danced over the keyboard.
“I’m standing right here,” Derek said. “And we’re sitting right here appreciating you,” the novelist said.
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Their middle child is named NORA LOL. Now I have to re-read the Dirty Martini Running Club.
