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369 pages, Paperback
First published January 20, 2015
I’m the Socialmedialite. I’m that girl, the most influential infotainment blogger in the world.
“Let’s be unprofessional together, Annie.”
I couldn’t believe I had this woman. This woman who seemed designed by some divine power specifically to be mine, and I was designed to be hers.
“I don’t always want you to be tied up. I want you free. I want you wild. I want you brave. I want you any way I can get you.”
This was the dynamic I’d craved my whole, life but had never found a partner as perfect as my dear, sweet, gorgeous little hermit.
Unfortunately, I was a cynical, disillusioned twenty-seven year old with no patience for women and their wiles.
"My Annie is perfect just as she is ..."
"Here's to Ronan, ugly as a sheep's arse, and yet he finally managed to find himself a looker."
"Oh, Annie," he whispered affectionately, "what am I going to do with you?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"No! Of course not!
Everything is just cunting!"
"Damn, dammit, dickless Donald Duck.".
"I wondered if she was attracted to me but was trying to hide it."
"Nothing can happen between us, Mr. Fitzpatrick." She didn't sound convinced."
"And despite the fact that it frustrated me, there was something about her timidity that appealed to me on a very base level. I could just imagine how easily she'd... submit."
"Since she was leaning against the wall in the corner, she was in the perfect position for me to cage her in."
"Bending down a little so we were almost level, I lifted a hand from the wall and rubbed my thumb along her chin."
"Have dinner with me," I said, ignoring her answer."
"Quickly, she righted herself, brought her hands to my chest, and pushed. I caught them, holding them in mine, my thumb brushing her inner wrist. She shivered. Her hands were shaking."
“I, Annie Catrel, am The Socialmedialite, the owner and purveyor of the blog New York’s Finest.”
“I’d like to give you everything you want.
Annie’s gaze jumped to mine, and she blurted her next question like she hadn’t really meant to ask it. Why?
You’re very real, Annie. I like that you’re without pretense. I like that you’re both smart and sexy as hell without a lot of fuss. I like who you are.”
“You’re nothing like what I expected you to be, Ronan Fitzpatrick.”
“..I feel like I could lose myself and find myself in you
He had a great laugh, a sexy laugh. My laugh was the mating call of the Yeti.."
"..That’s right, I’m a reclusive pervert, and I make no apologies for it. And, giving the matter some thought, a reclusive pervert is much preferable to an extroverted pervert
"I wanted to kiss away his hurts...or at least make his hurts some cookies."
"The protector inside me was frowning, while the predator soaked up her discomfort with glee."
"Ronan, you are worth ten thousand Fitzpatricks and their self-important douchebaggery. Their stupidity is their loss, not yours."
“He is the brightest shining star of rugby.He has the potential to be the face of the sport all over the world-think David Beckham for soccer,just infinitely more masculine,dirtier,grittier,and with a fouler mouth.And he is on the precipice of greatness.”
“The only other things at which I excel in life are 1) responsible financial planning, 2) my hobby blog, and 3) eating.”
“Dearest Annie, Roses are red. Violets are blue. I’m using my hand But I’m thinking of you. - Ronan P.S. Just to clarify, I’m using my hand to write this note…get your mind out of the gutter.”
“People couldn't be trusted.Waffles,however,never let me down or dumped me the morning after.I could count on waffles.”
“I feel like I could lose myself and find myself in you”
“Let's be unprofessional together, Annie.”
“I'm The Socialmedialite.
I'm that girl, the most influential infotainment blogger in the world.”
“Holy heathen in heaven, it wasn't even his looks.
He was...overwhelming and magnetic. Sensual and in-your-face sexual. Also not helping matters, he had no concept of personal space.”
“I might have been a little mesmerized for a moment as I took in the sight of her shapely backside. It was incredible. I just wanted to spank it and bite it and worship it and completely fucking defile it.”
“Yesterday I was comatose, heartbroken and depressed beyond measure. Now I couldn't stop grinning as I punched my fist into the air in victory,
Yeah, that's right, I just victory-punched, butt-naked in the shower.”
R: "You going to let me inside you tonight, love?"
A: "Isn't that more of a fourth or fifth date kind of thing?
R: "I'm Irish. We don't adhere to that shite."
"I might have been a little mesmerized for a moment as I took in the sight of her shapely backside. It was incredible. I just wanted to spank it and bite it and worship it and completely fucking defile it."