A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.
Be careful, if I didn’t know better, I would think you’re sounding jealous.”
“Good thing you know better.
No one is sent by accident to anyone.
I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.
That was a lot of skin for a Tuesday.
What makes a treasure a treasure is how rare a find it is, when you need it the
The hero in a romance is the most important challenge the heroine must face and conquer. The hero is her real problem in the book, not whatever trendy issue or daring adventure is also going on in the subplot. In some way, shape, or form, in some manner either real or perceived on the heroine’s part, the hero must be a source of emotional and, yes, sometimes physical risk. He must present a genuine threat.
Take a table and I’ll join you in a second.”
When he walked away I did something I couldn’t be scolded for doing.
I checked out his ass in his jeans and…that looked good.
He brought his forehead against mine and we breathed the same air, slowly to try and find our composure. But it was impossible for me as long as he’s so close to me. “You’re ruining me.”
“You ruined me.
I said nothing in my texts. You came up with your own conclusions and you were mad thinking about me being with someone else…”
“Stop,” he said, his jaw tightening.
“Touching another man…”
He ran to me and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me once, not hard, but enough to make me stop. “Quit it,” he whispered, his voice deep and dark.