Nice Girls Don't Date Dead Men (Jane Jameson #2) Searching for Beautiful

But, Derek, I spluttered. I’ve never turned anybody before. What if I do something wrong?

I would do it, but, you know. I’ve got Mrs. Reid full of needles, she argues, tugging her thumb toward the back rooms. I’m balancing her life force, not torturing the woman. Can’t leave her back there forever.Can’t you go get it on your lunch break? I’ve already made the trek into dildo land once this week, and that’s my limit.

The Amazon's Curse (Atlantis #5)

I leave in an hour to meet your grandmother for lunch, remember?Right. Her mother, she means. Grandma Esther loathes tardiness, a sentiment I fully support. But that still doesn’t change the fact that I’d rather have a tooth pulled than walk next door. What’s so important in this package anyway?That’s the thing, Mom says, winding her long, straight hair into a tight knot at the crown of her head. The notification was sent by someone else. ‘Catherine Beatty.’ I don’t know anyone by that name, and I haven’t ordered anything. But the notification came to my work email, and our address is listed.

All I Ever Need Is You (The Sullivans #14)

A mystery package.Her eyes twinkle. Surprises are fun.

Unless someone sent you a package full of spiders or a severed hand. Maybe you jabbed someone a little too hard.

Or maybe I jabbed someone just right, and they are sending me chocolate. She steals a pen from the desk and stabs it into her hair to secure her new knot. Please, Zorie. While your father is occupied.Lennon snorts. So that’s what we’re calling it.

Look, you’d be stressed too, if the business you built was going to hell because all your clients were scurrying away faster than rats on a sinking ship.He makes a low, thoughtful noise, and the sound rumbles through the screen, scattering my thoughts and doing strange, unwanted things to the inside of my chest. It’s the feeling you get when a large truck trundles down the road. You can’t see it, but you can feel it, and that makes you leery for no logical reason.

Fablehaven (Fablehaven #1)

That’s wrong, actually, he points out. The original phrase was, ‘When a building is about to fall down, all the mice desert it.’?Yeah? Well, you better actually hope that doesn’t happen, seeing how we’re all stuck in the same building, I say, suddenly irritated with his know-it-all factoids. If we fall down, the rubble might bury your shop. And then where would all the neighborhood perverts buy their butt plugs?

Gee, I don’t know. He braces his hands on the wooden frame of the habitat and leans down until his face is at my level, pressing his forehead against the screen between us. A clean, sunny scent wafts from his clothes, one that’s painfully familiar. The scent of Lennon. Maybe they’ll go to the same store where your dad buys the sticks that are stuck up his ass. I think it’s next to Adulterers Are Us.Fury bubble ups. You . . . , I start, and then realize how loud I’m being. I lean closer to the screen and lower my voice. You cannot tell anyone about that photo book.

I think anyone with a working bullshit meter already knows he’s a scumbag.My mom doesn’t! I shout-whisper at his stupid face.

Sharp eyes lock with mine. He makes a small noise. You didn’t give her the package.Because it will break up their marriage, I whisper. I can’t do that to my mom. It would kill her.