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431 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 7, 2015
“I want to flip you over and bury my face in between your legs and fuckin’ own you with my mouth.”
“Kissed you. I just kissed you. Big fucking deal. You wouldn’t shut up.”
“Cole Masten was the epitome of walking sex and had every woman in town drooling over his arrival. Every woman but me, that is. I couldn’t be. For one, he was an ass. All cocky attitude and no manners to speak of. For two, he was — for the next four months — my boss.”
“Don’t do that.”
“What?” He straightened off the porch railing.
“That smile thing. It’s creepy.”
He stopped smiling. “Ten million Americans would disagree with you.”
“Then ten million Americans are idiots.”
“People in Hollywood will build you up just so that they can rob you blind. You gotta be an asshole to not be assholed. Don’t ever forget that.”
“Can you put on some pants?” she snapped, looking back at him, her eyebrows raised accusingly. “It’s rude to waltz around with your junk out."
"There should be laws against men who could kiss like that. With a mouth that dominated yet begged. Tongue that teased yet delivered. Tastes that dipped into an addicting stream and hooked a woman after just the first hit."
“I just got a baby rooster,” Cole started.
“I can see that,” the man drawled. He leaned forward, his chair creaking, and peered through the thick plastic. “Why’d you bring it with you?”
“I don’t know. I thought it might need to be checked out, or you might have questions, or it might not be able to be left alone…” Cole’s voice trailed off, and he realized exactly how stupid he sounded.
“It’s. A. Chicken.” The toothpick in the man’s mouth fell out as he spat out the words. “It’s not a pet. You don’t name the thing and give it a bedazzled collar.”
“What does it eat?” Cole snarled, taking Cocky’s tub down off the counter and setting it on the floor, his boot pushing it to a safer location, a little to the side.
Cole waited for more. And waited.
“Just corn? Nothing else?”
The man raised his eyebrows. “It’s. A. Chicken.”
“Anything else I’d need for it? Medicine or vitamins or shots?”
“It’s. A. —“
“Chicken,” Cole finished. “Got it.”
"I'll pin you down and won’t stop until my mouth is imprinted on your mind and your taste is my fucking middle name.”
We are strong. We are Southern. We have secrets you will never imagine.
4AM….got to get some shut-eye!! Wake up 9AM….after dreams of Cole, naturally…it was back to Hollywood Dirt!!! No, breakfast can wait!!!!
I adored her. I loved her spunkiness, her soft heart and her impish moments….check…chicken present!!! And yes, this woman can cook!!!!!! And most of all, she’s not blinded by the whole superstar thing!!!
What a man!!! Here I thought we would have this spoilt, overbearing….you know who I am? kind of movie star…and wow…I get to see a side of him that is totally irresistible…..his reaction to Cocky..more about him later….just made me fall in love…irrevocably and totally and eternally in love with Cole.
The most hysterical scenes have to be when Cole is checking out what Cocky’s diet is at the local feed store…and the scene where Cole takes Cocky on set….totally unforgettable!
There are some incredible and interesting secondary characters that just add something special to the story…..Brad de Luca, Cole’s attorney (I have to read his book!!!!), Ben, the movie scout (loved his scenes…), Summer’s mother….and the Quincy community…Sunday church, the local gossip…..just made it feel so real.
If you love contemporary romance that will leave you feeling so good when you get to the last page…THE END….then please get this book!!! You will be so glad you did.
They say that love is finding your soul’s match in another. I found my match. I found him, let him wrestle me to the ground, and then turned around and made him mine.
Now I knew why they said you FELL in love. I plummeted with no parachute, and hoped like hell he would catch me when I hit the bottom.
For him, flirtation was nothing, a country girl finding him attractive normal. For me? Falling for the unattainable Cole Masten might just break all of my bones upon impact.
Jesus, Summer. I want to taste you so badly...
I want to flip you over and bury my face between your legs and fuck you with my mouth. I want to make you scream my name and come underneath my mouth and taste the moment you fall apart for me.
In that moment, that push, I lost every hold I had on myself and became his.
It was beautiful, fucking heaven, his hands tight on my ass, his pumps fast and quick and barely controlled, the perfect, rapid rhythm pushing me to a place I had never been from just sex, a completion that took me by surprise and caused my body to tighten, my breath to gasp out, my fingers to dig into the mattress, and my world broke, around his heaven and to my hell.
“What happened between them when they touched…it was nothing like every other woman he’d ever had.” Cole
“I would not be my mother. I wanted, in some way, to live my life…I wanted to be something different. I wanted to be someone different, someone without scorn, someone without a past. Someone with a future.” Summer
“He wanted her. In some primal way that didn’t make sense.” Cole
“Sex with him was my drug, and the better the high, the more I would crave it when it was gone.” Summer
“I want to make you scream my name and come underneath my mouth and taste the moment you fall apart for me.”Cole
"Funny how love could spin your life in an entirely new direction before you even realized what had happened. And when you did realize, you din't care because the love was bigger than you and your wants."
"For him, flirtation was nothing, a country girl finding him attractive normal. For me? Falling for the unattainable Cole Masten might break all my bones upon impact."
She was such a paradox. In some ways, the strongest woman he’d ever met, her fire and spite and self-sufficiency clear and defined. In other ways, she was the softest, most vulnerable.
“Can you put on some pants?” she snapped, looking back at him, her eyebrows raised accusingly. “It’s rude to waltz around with your junk out.”
"He could bottle her juices and become a billionaire..."
He shuddered out my name, pressed himself fully inside, and waited for one long breath.
“Are you okay?” His words were painful and tight, gritted out between his teeth, and I nodded, unable to form words, unable to do anything but worship at the altar of Cole Masten from that moment forth.
“Good,” he moaned. “Because I’m about to unleash hell.”
“I wanted something different. I wanted to be someone different, someone without scorn, someone without a past. Someone with a future.”
“Kiss me like that again and I’ll rip your eyes from their sockets.”
He held up his hands with a hard smile. “No worries, princess. I have no desire to repeat that experience.” He leaned forward slightly, enjoying watching her bristle. “And I’m not talking about the cheap shot. I’m talking about the kiss. I’ve had better. Much, much better.”
It was a lie. That kiss, that brief moment before violence…
It might be worth losing sight over.
“It was natural for the girl to look at him, for her attention to divert from Cole, especially when he had asked her a question. But still. Three Oscars in his storage unit. Her gaze could have at least lingered.”
“I thought then, my hand resting on the doorknob, looking out on the front porch that held two of the sexiest men I had ever seen, that there was something there, in him, something whole and raw and beautiful. Now, I know what I saw. I know what that something was. It was asshole, pure and simple. It was spoiled rotten—I get what I want because I deserve it, you are beneath me—asshole.”
“There should be laws against men who could kiss like that. With a mouth that dominated yet begged. Tongue that teased yet delivered. Tastes that dipped into an addiction stream and hooked a woman after just the first hit.”
“I was raised to believe that ‘real men’ had manners, and weren’t picky, and didn’t wear aftershave that attracted mosquitoes.”