Status Updates From And Then It Was You (Fallin...

he thought he could punch her in the face again and she wouldn't come up swinging like a chandelier, he had another thing coming.

Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, a favorite small town of Chicagoans as a means to get away from the city in the summer.

Start with the basics: black dress, black skinny legs, statement skirt, and then we throw in some shirts, shoes, and you are good to go.

The beach was always beautiful in summer, but the rugged beauty of the lake in the off-season, frigid January days, rainy spring mornings, crisp fall afternoons, that was the true beauty of the Great Lakes.

Spring was a variable season in the Midwest. Some years, it was perfect, lasted for six weeks with cherry blossoms and tulips galore. Other years, they went straight from rainy forty degree days to the low eighties in May.

Her giving a child up for adoption shouldn't sway anyone's opinion of her ability to represent citizens in government. If anything, it should show them she's capable of making really difficult decisions, and has been doing so since she was a teenager.

I like to write biographies. I find people so fascinating.

He doesn't like the socialite life one bit, not that I'm obsessed with it. But I don't mind attending the occasional party.

I like that - "socialite-lite".

Now let's get a sultry eye and pouty lip on you. Someone needs to get laid tonight!

The piece had to be under two hundred words, which is actually harder than writing a full three pages or so on someone.

He's a good guy. I mean, he's a tornado on the ice, but in real life, Mike's a big teddy bear.

Anyone who knew a hockey player knew they stunk to high heaven after a game. He even rented a locker at the rink so he didn't have to bring his gear in the car more than once every few weeks to wash the hell out of it.

I play in an adult hockey league. I played all through high school, and then I played club in college. I love being on the ice.

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Defenseman, right in front of the goalie. I spend most of the game skating backwards.

Not that young. I'm twenty-seven.

I'm twenty-seven! That is young! Don't try and age me.

While April was technically spring, and therefore garden party weather, northern Illinois was known to surprise everyone and throw in a snowstorm or two in the unpredictable month.

We are in the middle of a *cab desert*. It will be at least thirty minutes until you can get one.

It was moments like this that reminded Lexi how lucky she was to be a woman. No one in the room knew she wanted to pull Austin behind the greenhouse and do wicked things to his body.

(Because her reaction, unlike his would be, does not have an obvious physical manifestation?)

once you leave the protective bubble of Pebble Outlook, the world isn't always kind to Seabrookes, even if you are kind to it.

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So basically, a garden dress is something out of a pastel nightmare?

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She was on the short side, at 5'3", busty, and had what her grandmother affectionately referred to as "child-bearing hips."

That's the great thing about being independently wealthy; my job is really just an eccentric hobby.

Her grandmother had always said whenever you move, to get your bed ready first. That way you aren't trying to put a comfortable place to sleep together when you are exhausted from traveling and unpacking.

Austin Seabrooke is 27.

Yeah can’t get over the 3rd person & this is just boring and honestly reading a bit childish?
DNFing here

Ugh this is written in 3rd person pov and it’s driving me crazy. I can’t stand when romances are written in this pov. Not sure what I want to do