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292 pages, Paperback
First published February 15, 2012







1.Andie: Oh, Ms. Doyle, thank you, thank you, thank you. You have written a female character that I didn’t want to bitchslap and I really liked her.
“Thanks.”
“For what?” Damn, that voice. Soft and feminine without being weak. She could read the back of a cereal box and he’d get hard.
“You have very pretty feet. Nice toes.”
“Thank you, I grew them myself.”
“Oh, fuck. Holy motherfucking Christ.” He groaned, then half-laughed. “I hope you’re not a devout churchgoer.”
She released him with a noisy pop. “Hell no.”
“Halle-fucking-lujah.”
He stepped back and she took off, leaving him scratching his head in a cloud of parking lot dust. There’d been times in his life when he was too smart for his own good. This was not one of those times.
God help him if anybody started crying. Yeah, he had a rep for being a sensitive male, but tears… He was still a guy, for fuck’s sake. Seeing women’s faces go blotchy and their noses turn bright red made his cock shrink up like a scared turtle. It was worse than a cold swim.





