The Bluff (Love Stories in Sheet Cake, Texas, #2)

by Emma St. Clair

Being around her is like being massaged with rough-grit sandpaper.

I’m a cartoon version of myself with a tiny storm cloud rumbling over my head. I’m a surly curmudgeon. My life is the lawn, and I’m yelling at Winnie to get off it.

“Sorry. I disbanded the party-planning committee.”

You’re the living embodiment of a fictional bad boy, ready to steal hearts and make ovaries explode.”

My mental pep talks suck. I need to look into training my inner monologue to be better.

Now he’s trying to get me on a motorcycle, all pressed up close with my arms wrapped around him? I don’t think so. Not happening. I don’t care what the books say. That’s the way babies are made.

I found some pages with turned down corners—which, I’ll have you know, is a capital punishment—but it made me think you actually read the book.”