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850 pages, ebook
First published November 23, 2014
“They were going to have to come up with a name for the soap opera this shit was becoming. As the Oblivion Turns? Nope—pretentious. Days of Oblivion? No…wait. Lost in Oblivion. That had a certain ring to it.”
“And now this man that had torn through her like a summer storm was beside her, steady as a rock. She’d seen it in his eyes. Forever. As if he could actually inject it into her veins like a drug, with the passion between them.”
"You gotta tell me your name.”
She stuffed a hunk of potato in her mouth. “Why do you care?”
“Because food orgasms are personal, and I need to know who’s giving me one.”
“Every single time he touched her, the sense of belonging strengthened. They were like layers in a song he’d never hoped to create. Words were only one part of them. The harmony of their bodies moving together, the underlying melody of humor and rightness he felt around her, it all made up a composition he’d happily give a lifetime to figure out. She was his ultimate song that would never have an end.”
“The World has a shortage of perfect breasts…”
“Do not think you’re cute, quoting Princess Bride to me.”
After so long of having no one touch her, she craved this. Two pairs of hands on her flesh might finally warm up the block of cold deep inside.
“He needs a keeper.”
“No one would want that job.”