The Casanova (The Miles High Club #3)

by T.L. Swan

I swear she spends all weekend brainstorming ways to fuck up my Mondays.

I’ve come to the realization that this is the weirdest twenty minutes of my day. It’s like a time tunnel; I take a seat, I look around, and the next minute I’m miraculously there. I must fall into this catatonic state—I don’t know what I think about, I don’t know where the time goes. I just know that somehow, every day I lose twenty minutes thinking about subjects that I can’t remember.

After the worst day in history I am ready to fight someone . . . anyone. Come at me, bitches, because I am ready to rumble.

I knew he’d be something else, I just didn’t know it would be everything.