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326 pages, ebook
First published April 12, 2016
I already wanted Lucy. Nothing would be more disastrous than actually liking her too.
He looked at me like I was the center of something important. Like I was important to him.
“I don’t want anyone but you.”
“How can someone so smokin’ hot be so bad in bed? I mean, Sean Cassidy is absolute rubbish. RUBBISH. He is the epitome of walking, talking false advertising and I want a refund! Plus he’s an arsehole. So… what is wrong with me that I can’t stop thinking about him?”
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“I blamed his body. His body made me want the impossible. It was definitely his body and not the haunting vulnerability of him; his quick, witty rejoinders; or the way he’d discovered my darkest secret and hadn’t responded with judgement, but instead understanding, comradery, and concern.”
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“Lucy was unequivocally stunning, warm and engaging. Carefree. Impulsive. Lucy was everything gorgeous and good. She may have looked delicate, but she wasn’t. She was steadfast, and loyal, and resilient.”
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“We all have depth, Sean. It’s is a side effect of being human.”
“Something about this girl, this woman, gave me the distinct impression of being accepted. It was as odd and disorienting as it was invigorating.”
“Lucy Fitzpatrick was my drug of choice, and was quickly becoming a necessity. I had no desire to contemplate rehab.”
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I gently tugged her forward and licked the spot. She shivered again. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time.”
“What?”
“This freckle. It taunts me.”
"What do you want to do?"
"I'd like to lick your pussy."
"So," he broached, "who's the Mocha Frappuccino back inside? Your boyfriend?"
I stopped immediately and turned to face him, my expression devoid of humor. "Could you be any more racist?"
"I'm not being racist. I'm being descriptive. I'll have you know that some of the warmest nights of my life have been spent with women of color. Lovely, lovely colors."
"Nipping lightly at the underside of my jaw, he murmured, "Are you wet?"
“I love when you look at me like that,”
“Why?” I asked, still all mushy-headed.
“It’s territorial. A look that makes me feel like I’m your man. I like the idea of being yours.”
The moment you walk into a room you brighten it, Lucy Fitzpatrick, and I for one feel like the luckiest bastard in the world for having known you.
Lucy: Random thought. If everyone winked as much in real life as they do on social media and in text messages, the world would be a much creepier place.
Sean: I’d send you a “I’d love to lick your pussy” emoticon, but my iPhone doesn’t have one.
Lucy: Those Apple engineers have seriously been sleeping on the job
Lucy: ;-)
Sean: Ah yes, embrace the creepy winking. ;-)
❝ I just like a good underdog story, that's all. Every stray deserves a chance for love.❞
❝I'm beginning to doubt women are capable of climaxing. The great female-orgasm myth...❞
❝ How can someone so smokin’ hot be so bad in bed? I mean, Sean Cassidy is absolute rubbish. RUBBISH. He is the epitome of walking, talking false advertising and I want a refund! Plus he’s an arsehole. So… what is wrong with me that I can’t stop thinking about him?❞