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I never like the name of Annabelle. And I especially find find ending these gummy romances with the newly found wife getting pregnant, as if that’s the only thing that women should be doing

I would very much love to be your tree.

And they always said that a good man was like a tree planted by a river.

And they all lived happily ever after, which is why we read this drivel. Because the world shatters each day in our arms, and then reforms, and then shatters again

You cannot un drink the water

It just occurred to me as Jarrett pulled Annabelle into the study and kissed her like he was pulverizing rocks, the image of Jared Franklin and Ellen Swattelo on Franklin and Bash came to mind. Now there was a hot item.

Dragging a little, skim skim skim
It’s 3 AM

You see, Jarrett? It can’t work. We want different things. You want to follow the wind where it leads, and I want to dig my roots deep. You’re a river, and I’m a tree. The tree can never follow the river, and the river can never stay with the tree.

Life‘s little and large dilemmas

Mole skin trousers? You have just destroyed a promising seduction scene

Egregious faux pas. Jarrett would never have a mole skin coat, in no creation.

Mr. Croft is turning out to be a very interesting character

This starts out much better than the first of the series. Jarrett, a gambler, a lover, Plays cards with a country brewer, loses, kisses. She is under his skin and he is obligated to help out her small brewery.

The cover. A nearly faceless man, with his shirt unbuttoned to his waist tucked into breaches of which we see only the top of his boots. Provocative, a handsome man

Far more interesting than Oliver‘s story, which started off in a brothel, with an American. Jarrett, a gambler, ladies man, verging on boredom, not willing to admit it. Meets country brewer, Annabelle, looking to save her brewery. Do or die card game – she wins. And we are off to the races….
She, under his skin already, and a kiss

The cover, intriguing. A near faceless man with his white shirt unbuttoned and open to his waist line. 3/4 of his legs ending in the top of his boots.
Admittedly provocative male