Truth and Measure (Carlisle, #1)

by Roslyn Sinclair

Vivian came forward and said, “Hello, Julia,” then—what the ever-loving bejesused fucking fuck?—leaned in and kissed the air to either side of her cheeks.

Mostly she realized she desperately wanted to have sex with Vivian Carlisle, and it felt like every day they’d known each other had just been building up to this moment.

Well, once you realized you were dying to have sex with Vivian Carlisle, nothing else could scare you anymore.

Well, out of all the things she’d lost in London, including her hairbrush, her common sense, and her sanity, it was nice to get at least one of them back.

“There’s more than one way to be happy, Julia.” Now Vivian’s gaze was hypnotic, overwhelming, all-encompassing. “Let me show you. Let me make you happy.”