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372 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 31, 2012
Example 1: As I had been for the last few weeks I was working Saturday's now at Club 39.
Example 2: "Wait," My look castigated, "You didn't pick up every time Adam called?"
Example 3: He seriously hated clubbing which had brought me to ask him the question 'why he owned a nightclub?'
Example 4: He should you have been a therapist.
Example 1: "That's it, we're done. This was a complete mistake." I moved to get up but found myself tackled back onto the couch, flat on my back with Braden lying over me.
Example 2: ... and then I strangled a squeal of fright as he lunged upwards, his strong hands gripping my upper arms as he dragged me down onto the floor with him. "Braden!" I yelled, as he rolled me onto my back. And then he did his worst.
"Because ... I like being the only man who knows how beautiful your hair is. How gorgeous you look with it down."
"You try to leave, I'll tackle you." Even though he wasn't looking at me when he said it, I could tell he was deadly serious.
... when a bolt of lust shot between my legs and I looked down to see a gorgeous merman's head there.
My thought process in stages as I was reading this book :
"Let me rephrase." He took a seething step toward me. "When it comes to you...I don't like to share."
"I want you in my bed. Gentleman are boring in bed."
"That's all it takes to make me hard," he told me softly, his lips brushing my ear. "You : saying my name."
"Babe, nice lingerie is for seducing a man. I'm already fucking seduced."
“Hannah!” Elodie spun around to glare down at her. “Young ladies don’t use bad language.”
Hannah shrugged. “It’s just arse, mum.”
“I was calling Adam an arse,” Ellie explained to her little sister. “Because he is an arse.”
Elodie looked like she was about to explode. “Would everyone stop saying arse!”
“I know,” I blew out an exaggerated breath of exasperation. “It’s called an ass, people. Ass.”
Braden nodded. “That’s right. You don’t love me, but you care about me.” He shrugged. “Well I could give a shit about you.”
I locked my jaw, trying so hard to hold in the tears.
“As a matter of fact, I fucked someone else last night.”
You ever had a shotgun bullet blast through your stomach? No? Me neither. But I have a feeling what I felt when Braden said that would be similar to being blasted by a shotgun. And really, not even the best actress in the world can mask that kind of pain.
I physically flinched at his words, my body jerking back, my knees almost giving out, my eyes wide, and my mouth open in horror. And then the worst happened. I began to cry.