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290 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 5, 2015








"Put me down. I need to dry my hair at least partway. If I don't it will go crazy."

"Don't you know what happens at the darkest point of the day?"
"What?"
"A beautiful, brand-new days begins, and it's all fresh and full of promise...That's why magic in the fairy tales happens at midnight, you know. When you reach that point, you have the power to change everything."




"I've gotten to a really dark place, Melly. The darkest place I've ever been."
"You don't have to be there anymore," she told him gently. "Don't you know what happens at the darkest point of the day?"
He stroked her soft lower lip with the ball of one thumb. "What?"
She rubbed her fingers soothingly along his muscled forearms. "A beautiful, brand-new day begins, and it's all fresh and full of promise."
She smiled into his gaze. "That's why magic in the fairy tales happens at midnight, you know. When you reach that point, you have the power to change everything.”


...Late Model Harley Davidson Motorcycle...★★★★½ (This is a review of the audiobook.) Sophie Eastlake does the narration again for this series. I’ve said it before; she is a narrator I didn’t much like at first, but have grown to really appreciate. One of my favorite things she does in this one is make the heroine sound the right age, as well as do the same for the heroine’s mother. In addition, she has great inflection and pacing. She is good with the accents and the differentiation between the characters, even between the males.
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You breed a dog to fight then set him to fight for long enough, after a while that's all he knows. He'll fight and he'll fight, until eventually somebody comes along and puts him down
Barefoot and shirtless, and dressed in jeans, he stood at the counter in front of a pan of chocolate cake. Evidently, she had slept hard for a couple of hours, for the cake was not only baked, it also appeared to be cool. He had opened a container of store-bought, cream cheese frosting.
His head bent, he focused on spreading the frosting evenly. He took such care with the task, gently working the knife so that he didn't damage the delicate surface.
For some reason the sight brought fullness to her chest. Tears sprang to her eyes.
"What did you do?" she asked.
It was a stupid thing to say. She could see very well what he had done.
He looked up to give her a smile that creased his face.
"I baked you another cake," he said. "I hope I did it right this time.
