Recipe for Love (Jupiter Tides #1)

by Anne Malcom

“She’s not soft,” Fiona informed me, folding her arms as she lectured me. “She looks it. She looks kind and good and soft. She’s all of those things. But she’s a lot more. A fuck of a lot more. She’s special.” I bristled at the hostility in her tone. “I know.” She shook her head violently. “You don’t know. Because you’re a man. Because you think she’s special because she’s beautiful. Because she has nice tits. And she looks delicate, perfect for big, hulking men like you to protect.” Her eyes grazed over me… not in appreciation, but in judgment. A fuck of a lot of it. “Which I know all men want to do,” she hissed. “Even the ones who proclaim to be feminists. Especially the ones who proclaim to be feminists. But then they find that the soft, small, beautiful, shy, dorky girl who owns the bakery can take care of herself. Can tear down and put up drywall. Can change her own tires. Can do about a hundred things that I would have to pay someone to do. She’s impressive as fuck. To women, of course. To men, when she renders them useless or inferior, it fucks with them. And that’s when they decide it’s time to start taking things from her. Small pieces but enough to shrink her down. She’s strong in so many ways, but she’s also fragile. She’s apt to think the worst possible things about herself, if people encourage that. And he encouraged that.” My blood boiled. It had been boiling. Since the second I saw that fuck with his hands on her in the bakery. Then when I saw his ring on he...