What exactly was your plan here, Mr. Andrews? To just walk in and flash your little smile, no questions asked?
The mighty have such simple weaknesses. I like to think it’s God’s way of keeping things fair.
It may have taken nine years, and a whole lot of wrong turns along the way, but their story felt complete at last. Because, finally, she was his.
Kyle had to give her credit; it took skill – plus no heart and a serious abuse of the English language – to break up with someone in fewer than 140 characters.
I don’t mind hot and spicy. Actually find that appealing in a girl. And chicken wings.
Because wine means the responsible part of the day is over.
Thank God she wasn’t still hanging out in her underpants.
He didn’t care whose league Jordan was in. All that mattered was that she was his.
More like a chocolate molten lava cake. A dessert so sinful, so luscious, so filled with inner heat it made a girl want to lick each and every crumb right off the plate. That was Jack Pallas.
It should’ve been illegal for a man to walk around like that without some sort of permit.
Frankly, the image of his father wearing bell-bottoms, smoking a joint, and calling his mother a “totally groovy chick” was wrong on so many levels he wanted to erase the whole thing from his memory.
Purple Hair stopped dusting blush over Cameron’s cheeks. “Hold up. Are you talking about the dark-haired guy who came in with you? The one who searched me before I could do your makeup?” Cameron grimaced. “Sorry about that.” “Don’t be – it was the highlight of my month.” Purple Hair threw her a get-real stare. “That’s the guy you’re holding out on? Sweetie, you need to grab that stallion and ride him like a cowgirl.
Hands hovering over the keyboard, he paused and looked over. “I’m going to begin typing now, so you might want to brace yourself for the onslaught of sexiness.
Cameron looked up at the ceiling, biting her tongue. Of all the murder and she-had-no-friggin’-clue-what-else-but-something-that-apparently-involved-the-FBI crime scenes in all the hotels in all of Chicago, Jack Pallas had to walk into this one.
You know, just because love like that hasn’t happened to you doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
I’d like to think that when two people feel that way about each other, somehow, some way, they can find a way to make it work.
Life isn’t always about logic and reason-sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.
The thing I want most is to spend the rest of my life with the one person who drives me crazy in all the best possible ways.
Twitter Terrorist, billionaire heir, ex-con, computer geek, bad boy – none of those terms came close to describing Kyle Rhodes. He was, simply, a good person, and a confident, intelligent man to boot, and she found that combination absolutely irresistible.
I guess I always hoped you’d come back for it someday.