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190 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 1, 2017
“…Princesses like no-strings sex just as much as the next girl.”
“Boring guys finish last,” she corrected, pushing the completed forms back to him. “Nice guys finish anywhere they want. Especially when they look like you.”
“Funny; he’d been a hell of a lot more charming when she was just serving him coffee.”
Cash Evans and Bailey Cooper both grew up with troubled home lives, and their experiences have taught them coping methods: for Cash, he has a “90 day policy”—90 days, no more, and he walks away without ever looking back. Bailey, on the other hand, walls herself off from love. What happens when she finds herself a new hire at Cash’s tattoo shop and they both begin to feel things that go against all of their beliefs?
She’d started to think of him as a cup of coffee: black, with a shot of gingerbread syrup curled up at the bottom. Someone just needed to stir him up and make him sweet all the way through.
He searched for some way to fix the mess he’d just made, to reverse the process he’d just started. To stop himself from falling. Too late. Gravity didn’t work that way. And sometime in the last few minutes, this woman had become the centre of his solar system.
“And now I know why they call it falling. You can’t just step into this shit. And you can’t stop it once it’s started.”
"I'm not some kind of princess," she whispered. "You don't have to treat me like one."
"Yes you are," he whispered back, "and yes I do."
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➥ Bailey (h), as usual Hibbert's heroine are my absolute favourite. Like Chandler said, Bailey is kind without being a pushover and is overall spunky and, again, delightful. She's logical and funny too!
"There's a beast inside of me. I keep it caged. You drive it wild." (💀)
Confusion pleated her brow, she peered up at him. "So are you, like, a werewolf?"
➥ Cash (H), oof I had a bit of a rough time with this chap. Sometimes he was charming; he had this adorable sweet guy thing going on at the beginning of the novella, but then there's supposed to be this realisation that he's just a grumpy man that's somewhat sweet inside but meh...I didn't quite buy it. I'm just wondering, since we have the freedom to write our male love interests as we wish, why would we write about a man with commitment issues and emotional constipation? Listen, I understand that he's traumatised, but so is she and she's not a rude prick? Still, he had his moments, but he definitely doesn't go on my book bfs list, let alone my "Favourite TH love interests" list.
"Don't cry," he said horrified. "Bailey! Please don't cry." And then she felt his lips tracing their way across her cheeks making constellations of her teardrops. His thick stubble tickled her skin, somehow comforting and devastating all at once. "Bailey," he whispered.
"There," he whispered. "That's just how you look at me when I dream of us."
"Do you do that often?" She asked, teasing.
He traced a finger across her lips, following the curve of her smile - but his own face was serious. "Yes," he murmured. "I do.".。❅*⋆⍋*∞*。*∞*⍋⋆*❅。.
"Bailey," he murmured, almost to himself. His smile faded, was replaced by something painfully tender. He pulled her forward, inch by inch, until the only thing between them was the covenant of their joined hands. Then he lowered his head, pressed his cheek to hers, whispered in her ear. "You are divine. You're like sunlight through stained glass. This isn't how I thought things would be." He kissed the hollow just behind her earlobe, and she gasped, her head spinning..。❅*⋆⍋*∞*。*∞*⍋⋆*❅。.
"But anyway," she forged on, folding her hands safely behind her back. "What I'm trying to say is...well. I'm...I'm not taking Gem's job am I?"
He stared at her for a moment longer. Then suddenly, he barked out a laugh.
"That's what you think? That I'd throw out my employees for the next pretty girl that comes along?"
Bailey felt her cheeks heat. "No! I mean - wait. Pretty?"
He arched a brow..。❅*⋆⍋*∞*。*∞*⍋⋆*❅。.
"I'm not tired."
"You have dark circles under your eyes," he finally said.
She pursed her lips. "It's impolite to comment on a lady's appearance."
A slight blush flooded his cheeks, and she almost melted. How could someone so infuriatingly gruff be so damned adorable?
But then the blush faded, replaced by a knowing smirk. "What if I told you that you're beautiful?".。❅*⋆⍋*∞*。*∞*⍋⋆*❅。.
"Please," she whimpered, clutching his biceps, digging into the rigid, straining muscles. "I'm so fucking close."
"I did promise you five didn't I?" He panted, grinding into her, still achingly slow despite his words. "And you're so pretty when you come."
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Love was a tricky fucker.Really, really loved it!
There was something about seeing a bad boy blush that made her desperate to keep the moment going.Great heroine.
It never occurred to people that a woman might possess more than two dimensions. That she might be awkward, geeky and horny all at once.Fabulous hero.
"I want to love you the way you deserve to be loved."Intelligent writing, lots of British slang, a few good pulls at my heartstrings, big declarations, a nice dose of angst, and Christmas spirit galore.
"You can't stop love."Definitely recommend!!
❝I want to be better and I want to be braver and it's all because of you.❞
❝He knew her face well. He'd drawn her often. Too f*cking often. Attachment was a dangerous thing.❞