Romance Excerpt

“Hello, dawlin’,” Mrs. Boudreaux says with a wide smile.

But it was not the wondering joy she'd seen in his eyes that first night in his room.

Our starting blockers are Chesty, Grief, and Pisa.

“So was it Battle?” I pick up a fry, stabbing it in a pool of ketchup.

to-go cup.

He was a ferocious lover; she knew that about him already and reveled in his animalistic intensity.

I was surprised, is all.” He waves a hand.

“I selfishly have to say that I hope it works and that you never leave.

He didn’t know how to accept compliments graciously.

I took another back.

“Were you a transfer?” “Um .

My eyes burned, but I refused to cry.

Ho.” I stand on tiptoes and lick his ear.

“It’s time for you to go, Elise.” Fury ripped through her like lightening.

No, she was Olivia Bevelstoke, and she did not want to die with dignity.

Tears stream down my cheeks all the way onto the plane.

Plus, you’re the closest Lorean to my age around.

“Couldn’t you have had them clean it out, Peter?” Her father sighed audibly.

Jesus, girl talk is a hell of a lot more explicit than locker room talk.

Up close, it was even more disgusting than it had looked from the parking lot.

I didn’t ask, but so far as I could tell, he hadn’t actually been involved in a kidnapping.