Into the Tide (Cottonwood Cove, #1)

by Laura Pavlov

“You’re always going to have people who aren’t happy for your success, but only you control how you respond to it.”

Because she was my girl, wasn’t she? Maybe I couldn’t have her, but she was mine.

“Sometimes, you just go through things. You lose people you love, and you experience hard times, but it’s what you do with that that counts.

I told you I planned to kiss every inch of you until you fall asleep.” And I was a man of my word.

I remember a friend telling me orgasms were rare. But not when you were with Hugh Reynolds. They were as common as clearing your throat or blinking.

“You know I love me some red flags. I’ve yet to date a man who didn’t come with a whole slew of them.”

she reached for my hand and placed it on her heart, which was still beating rapidly. “This is what you do to me,” she whispered. “No one has ever made my heart race.”

My heart no longer belonged to me. It was hers. No one else would ever have it—that I was certain of.

“I’ve taken a vow of celibacy, you know, since the Irritable Bowel Syndrome started. There’s nothing quite like getting the shits in the throes of passion.”