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238 pages, Paperback
First published February 3, 2014



And I'm especially glad your douchebag ex is gone." She frowned. "Was that too insensitive?"
"Please. I spent three years married to Captain Insensitive. At this point you could tell me to go fuck myself and I'd feel giddy someone's talking dirty to me.
What if they love the nanny more?"
"Impossible. You've got great tits."
"Thank you. Exactly what every woman wants to be appreciated for."
"You know what I mean. For-uh-nursing and stuff. Not that your nanny won't have tits, but yours are dinner. You win.

Are you trying to drive me insane, or do you genuinely want me to throw you across this table and fuck you 'till neither of us can stand?".









At last, she settled into her seat, folded her napkin in her lap, and picked up her wineglass. They were seated at opposite ends of the table, their plates brimming with food, their minds brimming with lust.
Or maybe that's just me, she thought, taking a sip of wine.
Across the table, Sam lifted his glass.
"So," he began." Are you trying to drive me insane, or do you genuinely want me to throw you across this table and fuck you 'til neither of us can stand?"
~~
As Sam whacked Sheri on the back, trying to get her to stop choking on her wine, it occurred to him he needed to work on his communication skills.
"Sorry," he said, giving her one more solid thump as she blinked up at him through teary eyes. "I probably could have broached the subject better."
"You think?" she gasped.
"Just trying to get a handle on the elephant in the room." She coughed again and gave him an incredulous look.
"By shooting it with a grenade launcher instead of a tranquilizer dart?"
He grinned as he handed her back into her chair and returned to his seat a safe distance away. He shrugged and picked up his fork. "Why use a big gun when a bigger one will do?"
"I really don't think we should be talking about the size of your gun," she said, stabbing into her salad with more force than necessary.


“Wait a minute. My brother told you not to sleep with me, didn’t he?”
“What?”
“Argh! That is so like him. Dammit, now I want to fuck you just to get him back.”