Hook, Line, and Sinker (Bellinger Sisters, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

Had he given the impression he could be responsible for the lives of five men? If so, it must have been an accident.

Couldn’t he just be super short? Was that so much to ask?

My bag is in the luggage compartment of the bus.” “I’ll get it,” they said at the same time. Was her head wound releasing some kind of alpha pheromone?

If Hannah was his friend, why would he want to mess up her budding romance? Maybe he was jealous in a friendly way?

Nothing was doing it for him lately. Nothing but the three little dots popping up in their text thread. And now head wounds.

“He decorated my room with a Himalayan salt lamp.” Piper sputtered, “He might as well be mauling you!”

“What are you drinking? Poison, I hope.”

Hannah was like a leaf blower aimed right at his undisturbed pile of possibilities,

What is this analogy

It was like someone saying, “Don’t think about pink elephants.” Except the pink elephant was Fox’s penis.

Was it hazardous to operate a motor vehicle with a dick this hard?

The crush she’d had on the director seemed like a sad, wet noodle in comparison.

“It’s like I always say, a man doesn’t bring a woman to bingo unless he’s serious about her.”