Q: “We’re in our thirties, not dead.” (c) You find some old letters, take an unusual vaacation and everything changes overnight. Troubled heroes, love story, blah-blah. But I loved it.
PS. I want a book about Emery.
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“You read thrillers?” She didn’t seem like the thriller type. She seemed like the magic and fairy-tale princes type.
“I read everything,” she replied softly (c)
I SO loooved that our protagonist went to a bookshop while on holiday. I'm kinky and I know it!
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“What else do you like to read?” I said, before she could escape me.
Emery seemed surprised by the question. “Oh . . . I like everything.”
“Okay. Who is your favorite author?”
She wrinkled her nose and I saw a glimmer of a smile on her lips. “That’s like asking which I prefer: oxygen or food.” (c) Oh, yes! A love aggair with books! Pure magic!
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One of my favorite feelings in the whole world is that moment I step inside a hot shower after having been caught outside in cold, lashing rain. (c)
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Nothing sweeter than coming home to your man after a long day at work. (c)
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Our sex dates were weekly and I’d gotten used to getting myself a little something-something on a regular basis so I figured I’d better get it while he was around to give it. (c)
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Our sex dates were weekly and I’d gotten used to getting myself a little something-something on a regular basis so I figured I’d better get it while he was around to give it. (c) Ouch.
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You are the only person I will say this to in my life: stop reading so many damn books. (c)
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“You can kid yourself all you want that you’re happy, but you and I both know there should be more to life than how you’re living.” (c)
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“Is my life empty?”
“Sweetheart,” he replied.
And everything was in that one word.
Jesus Christ, Matthew thought my life was empty.
He would. (c)
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Honestly, the whole idea of taking a vacation to get perspective on my life scared me a little. What if I found perspective and realized I really did hate my entire life? That would suck, black-hole-style. And who needed to deal with a black hole, right? (c)
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“You’re lucky I love you, you condescending ass.”
“You’re lucky I love you, you pain (c)
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Maybe it didn’t have to be this monumental trip that would somehow change my life. Maybe it would just be a vacation. Three weeks of peace and contentment. (c)
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I watched with fascination as she seemed to get sucked into her book from the moment she opened it...
I had the fanciful thought that she was escaping, and that she’d escaped into pages and words so many times in her life that falling down the rabbit hole was like second nature to her. I wondered what she was escaping from. (c)
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How the hell was I supposed to resist temptation if temptation had every intention of being irresistible? (c)
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“Bailey Hartwell hit eighteen and decided she was done growing up.” (c)
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“You can save lives, but you can’t cook?”
“You can cook, but you can’t save lives?” (c)
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I’d surprised her.
But more than that, I’d surprised me.
And it felt good. (c)