Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin (Love Clichés, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

But I know why: Mr. Darcy. That Jane Austen created generations of women who want growly, grumpy men who are hiding a gooey, romantic center.

“Women are a treasure. A gift. What do you do with treasure?” “Hoard it?” I’d asked, being a snarky fifteen-year-old. Mom had smacked me on the arm, but she was smiling. “No, Smaug. You protect it. You guard it. You always remember its value.”

“Abby,” I say, my voice low and rough. “You are not a disappointment. You are the upgrade.”

Hey, circulatory system: slow it down! Respiratory system: in and out, nice and steady. That’s it. There we go. Breathe. Reproductive system: you have not been called to active duty. Stand down, soldier. I’m talking to you, ovaries. Nervous system: stop being so … nervous. Skeletal system: way to be solid. Carry on.

“When it hurts, but you want to fight through it anyway. That’s how you know it’s love. When you want to fight.”