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You’re a woman of hidden talent. Give me a call when you’re done.
“My phone is a total dick,” I blurt. “Please ignore it.”
“Do I want to know what a randy pickle is?”
“I have about eighteen romance novels I want to recommend to you right now.”
That caveman thing shouldn’t work on me, but I’m a total floozy when it comes to men who can put two sentences together, haven’t tried to ask my breasts for their phone number—yes, my lemon breasts—and who have no earthly reason to try to be my hero, but seem to want to be anyway.
And sevens and elevens only mix at corner grocery stores, and only when they’re coming together to sell slushies,
“If I screw this up, I’ll find you someone perfect for your reunion. But if I don’t, I’m going to be the best fucking date in the history of reunion dates.”
One or two of the male baristas might’ve just ovulated too.
Favorite sexy fake fiancée read? Lauren Blakely’s Big Rock. Favorite fake fiancée heroine? Kimmie in Jamie Farrell’s Sugared. Sweetest? Rachel Harris’s Seven Day Fiancé.
Jennifer Crusie’s Bet Me. One of my classic favorites.
Katie Reus
Karen Marie Moning’s Darkfever.
Selena Laurence’s LUS...
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Lila Monroe’s Mr. Right Now. Lili Valente’s B...
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Poppy Dunne’s Dating the Billionaire.
“Southern Fried Blues,” I say. “Jamie Farrell.
I wonder what I missed that could’ve been worse than organic basement mushrooms.
the only reason they were all staring at my chest is because they’d forgotten what unmilked breasts look like.
Her hair is the best thing to happen to New York since Debra Messing in Will & Grace.
Carol Pavliska’s Color Me Crazy
