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286 pages, ebook
First published July 25, 2017
“Don’t be fooled by the long game. When you’re serious about a girl, you can’t make your move too quickly. You get her to care about you first, fall for you. Then you take her to bed and show her she can’t live without you.”

He let out a shaky breath. "Finally."
I let out a surprised laugh. "Finally?"
Straightening, he gazed down at me. "I'm not sure I can remember a time when I didn't want to kiss you."
❝Ezra Baptiste had some kind of magic juju that lured confident, professional women in and turned them into melting piles of goo.❞
❝We were fireworks exploding, and cars crashing, and worlds colliding.❞
❝He was too much for me. Too sure of himself. Too successful. Too self-possessed. Too manly. Too way, way, way out of my league.❞
❝You're unexpected and lovely, and something that very much feels like salvation,❞











❝He was successful and confident and maybe a little tragic.
I was floundering and boring. Not to mention insecure.
He had a complicated past with women landmarking the way.
I hadn’t been in a serious relationship since college, and my only booty call option was spin class.
He had known he was interested in me the second he saw me and I’d waited this long to realize I should not let him go. ❞
❝I tuned out the familiar fight and focused on counting my bites of food, and sipping my water as slowly as possible.
I drew little pictures in the sweet sauce that went over the ham balls with the tip of my fork.
I didn’t engage. And I didn’t speak. I simply listened and endured and waited for the moment I could slip away unnoticed.
Eventually my mom stood up from the table and started clearing the dishes, and my dad stomped back to the bedroom with a few more beers in hand.
Mom would spend the rest of the night regretting every minute of her life up until now while she furiously cleaned the kitchen. And dad would drink until he passed out in a blissful heap of unconsciousness.
They would go to bed, not really recognizing their dysfunction. Or at least not caring enough to do anything about it. And then tomorrow it would start all over again.
I was the one that would carry this with me when I left, that would wrestle with it all night and tomorrow, and on and on, forever.
I would tuck it into the imaginary backpack I’d carried since I was a child and add it to all the other memories like this one that have never left me.
Tomorrow, I would go to work and I would bust my ass to do the very best I could at every single element of my job.
I would make a conscious effort not to end up like my dad who didn’t value a steady job or a bright future. And I would vow to never to turn into my mother who never let my dad hear the end of it, who didn’t care about whatever ailment he had that wouldn’t let him work or kept him from being successful.
I would swear to myself that I would never be a nag or cruel for the purpose of being cruel.
I would love my parents always, but I would never let myself become them.
As for tonight? I would paint.❞
❝By the end of the day, I’d convinced myself that I was making more of this than it was. I was uncomfortable around Henry, but he hadn’t really done anything overt. He’d put his hand on my shoulder. And maybe, accidentally bumped my butt. He was always polite. Always nice. He’d picked me to be on Black Soul out of an office of more experienced designers.
I would just work harder to keep my distance. I wouldn’t get caught in conference rooms with him or put myself in potentially compromising positions. And I would make my intentions clear. I didn’t want him touching me. I would definitely tell him that next time.
Definitely.
[...]
The worst part was that he was probably going to get me fired in the end. Yes, he was the creep, but I was about one more unwelcomed back rub away from punching him in his throat.❞
❝He could not seriously be hitting on me! Even three shots of tequila deep, I’d been super clear at Christmas. My name was no. My sign was no. My number was hell no.❞
❝“I can’t feel my butt,” she countered.
“I can feel mine way too much. After what I just went through I’m pretty sure that machine owes me dinner.”
Vera giggled, but it was weak and breathless. We’d walked out of spin class like pros, high-fiving random strangers on the way, and sipping from our water bottles like we could care less about hydration.
But once we’d turned the corner, we’d let our true colors shine. I couldn’t suck down my water fast enough, and someone had crawled inside my body and lit my lungs on fire. Owie.❞
❝And I was happy for her. I was. But her happiness only spotlighted my unhappiness. Her bliss only shed light on my misery. Her joy revealed my lack of. Her contentment exaggerated my restlessness.
I couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t really about Killian or her engagement and not-so-distant wedding. It wasn’t about Vera finding her soul mate, true love, and Disney-esque fairy tale.
Honestly, I had never really been all that into the happily ever after. Even as a little girl, [...]❞
❝It wasn’t that I was jealous that Vera had Killian. I was jealous of what Vera and Killian had because I so badly wanted it for myself.
Before them, I hadn’t held a whole lot of hope for relationships. My parents hated each other. Vera’s dad had spent his entire life in a kind of grieving misery over his dead wife. I had never had a stellar example of real love until Vera and Killian. Seeing the real deal had awoken some kind of love-hungry beast inside me.
I could no longer be satisfied with casual dating or meaningless hookups. I could no longer wait out my twenties or my thirties or the rest of my single life because it didn’t matter.
It did matter.
I mattered.❞
❝Except when Ezra said it, Molly didn’t sound boring or plain or friendly. He said my name like a command. He glided over the consonants and caressed the vowels. When Ezra said my name, I was anything but the crazy cat lady. I was bold, beautiful, and everything defiantly female.
I responded to Ezra because he said my name how I had wanted to hear it my entire life.❞
❝“This is exactly why I hired you.”
I resisted, barely, the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m confident you’re getting more than what you asked for.”
His eyes darkened with promise, his smile turning sly and secretive. “That’s what I’m counting on.”❞
❝ I placed my hand on his pounding heart and whispered, “This is forever for me. You are my forever. I don’t care about your money or your job, or anything but you. I want you and that’s it. I want you forever.”
He struggled to swallow, gazing down at me with those words still reflected in his eyes, he could barely move his throat. And then, as if suddenly remembering what we were in the middle of doing, he snatched a condom out of the nightstand and got back to business.
He slid inside me and everything was right with the world.❞
❝ Yes, we were different, but only in the way two puzzle pieces are made to fit together exactly right. He was made for me and I was made for him. And we would spend the rest of our lives discovering all the ways we blended together.❞
There's just something about that chemistry you can always get when two people start off on the wrong foot. It's addictive and keeps me coming back for more. When Molly first met Ezra they definitely butted heads. He's a successful restaurant owner and always gets his way so he wasn't prepared for Molly to have a different opinion than him on his online presence and marketing strategy. Some harsh words were exchanged and they've been pretty much avoiding each other ever since.