It’s here! After the long wait, Highland Fling–the final book in my McLaughlin series–is now available! I hope (if you read it!) you love it and look forward to hearing from you in messages, reviews, posts, whatever! *biting nails* Excerpt, blurb, links below!
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1mLVxzj
Sleeping with her boss can only lead to trouble. And pleasure.
The McLaughlins, Book 4
Delonna comes by her Scottish-style frugality honestly—her parents’ spendthrift ways once left her temporarily homeless. She’s been tending bar at McLaughlin’s Pub, looking forward to the day she can call her own shots. Until her now ex-boyfriend makes off with her hard-earned savings. Now she’s got a bookie breathing threats down her neck in an apparent attempt to squeeze blood from a turnip.
Aleck McLaughlin has three good reasons to keep his hands off the delectable Delonna. One, he’s her boss. Two, she’s a good ten years younger. Three, he’s sworn to never again leave his heart vulnerable.
Her predicament sends all those reasons out the window, and Aleck moves her in with him for protection, then whisks her away on a whirlwind trip from Whidbey Island to Scotland.
The romance of being in Edinburgh only increases their need for one another. But it quickly becomes clear they’re facing a past that’s just as painful as the present is dangerous…
Warning: A sexy, broody, pub owner determined to seduce his flirty, bombshell bartender. Not-so-hidden dangers, travels to Scotland, and maybe a little spanky panky.
Aleck had just begun putting in his whisky orders from their delivery source when Delonna strode into the back. He glanced up, distracted momentarily from the price changes, and glanced at her.
“Everything all right?” He needn’t have asked, though, if he went by the compressed lips and warning glint in her eyes.
“Last night, when you showed up to help me. Were you hoping for something in return at the end of the day?”
He stilled, not pleased with what she was implying. Leaning back in his chair, he narrowed his eyes at her.
“As in was I hoping you would shag me?” he asked lightly.
She blinked and then gave a small nod, folding her arms across her chest.
He bit back a snarl of a laugh. Then, as stoically as he could, he rolled his shoulders and said, “Aye.”
Her eyes went huge and her body began to tremble. “You complete jerk. You seriously—”
“Bloody hell, no, not seriously.” He stood up and rounded the desk toward her.
When she moved to back up, he caught her arm to stop her retreat.
“What kind of fookin’ bastart do you take me for?” he demanded.
She didn’t try to escape his grasp, but now lifted her chin and met his anger head on.
“Well you had plans to screw someone else, so maybe you figured you’d pull a Boy Scout move with me and get lucky at the same time.”
“I helped you last night because I’m a nice guy. I can be one, you realize, when I want to be.” He slid his fingers down her arm to join their hands. “And I’m a bit curious at how you’d know all about my so-called plan to get laid last night.”
“Let’s just say a little birdie told me.”
He glanced at the door behind her, and wagered that if he were to open it he’d find his sister sitting at the bar.
“A little birdie named Kenzie, perhaps?”
“Does it matter?”
“Aye, it does.” He pulled her flush against him and this time she did look alarmed.
“Because I suspect I don’t need to dress up as a knight in shining armor to get you into bed, Delonna.”
She made a little gasp and her eyes went even wider—if that were possible.
“You cocky mother—”
“Your mouth is really much better suited for kissing than cursing, luv.”
Before she could finish ripping him a new one, he dipped his head and claimed her lips.
It wasn’t a need that had begun last night. Not even one from that kiss over the summer. It had been simmering on the back burner from the minute he’d hired her.
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on Tuesday, September 30th, 2014.
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Got hot Scottish men? I do! It’s one week until Highland Fling releases!! I’m going to post snippets of the other books in the McLaughlin series to get the fun going. First up is Good Girl Gone Plaid, which if you haven’t read, it’s free. Which it won’t always be, so grab it while you can!
“Aye, I’ll give ya your drink. So long as you fill me in on why the fook you’re in such a foul mood.” Aleck’s accent had always been the thickest and slowest to fade.
“As if you don’t know.” Ian accepted the shot and glared at his brother. “Go bring Kenzie a tire, you say. As if you don’t know just who exactly you were throwing in my path.”
“No. I haven’t a clue.”
The genuine bewilderment on Aleck’s face convinced him that maybe his brother wasn’t lying.
“Look, Kenzie called and said she was in a bit of a mess and needed me to come out and bring her a tire. She didn’t say she was with anyone.” Aleck placed the bottle of scotch back up on the shelf with the other bottles of spirits. “Fill me in already. Who was with her?”
“Sarah,” Ian finally growled.
“Sorry, who? Tera?”
Ian tipped back the scotch and slammed the glass on the bar. “Sarah.”
“Sarah?” Aleck went still and tilted his head. “As in your Sarah? The good girl you shagged around with in your youth?”
“Aye. That’d be her.” He stared into his empty shot glass, not seeing the drop of
amber liquid, but instead the image of Sarah half-naked in the back of his Camaro. “And I wouldn’t necessarily call her a good girl.”
“Wasn’t she now? One step from the nunnery from the impression I got.” Aleck grinned. “Though I’m sure any corruption she acquired back then came from your doing.”
“Hmm. Maybe.” The single malt scotch had warmed his insides and taken the sharp edges off the memory of his encounter with Sarah.
“So, how was it seeing her again?”
“Oh just fucking fantastic.” He gave a harsh laugh and pushed the empty glass to his brother. “Nearly as fantastic as taking a foot to the balls, I’d imagine.”
“That lovely? Was she mean? Did she go and hurt your feelings?” Aleck teased good-naturedly.
“No.” Ian hesitated, unable to share the humor. “More like I hurt her. I probably said some things I shouldn’t have.”
Aleck nodded. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time either one of you has let your temper best you. You want another drink?”
“No.” Ian thrust a hand through his hair. “Wait, aye. One more.”
His brother grabbed the bottle and poured another glass. “I’m sorry. But let me guess. She’s fallen toward the ugly side and is as warm and cuddly as a porcupine?”
“Perhaps on the porcupine bit, but she’s not ugly.” He drank the second round. “She’s prettier now, if you can believe it.”
“Hmm. I’m trying to remember her. Short?”
“Petite. And she’d punch you in the stomach if she heard you call her short.”
“Which is probably as high as she can reach,” Aleck mused. “Long black hair, I
“Aye, I remember her hair. She was a pretty thing. Quite exotic. She had that hint of olive skin, but blue eyes. I’m surprised you captured her interest. Back then she was too innocent for the likes of you.”
And maybe still was. He’d calmed down considerably from what he’d been in his teen years. But he wasn’t an idiot. Ian knew his reputation on the island, and his bad boy image hadn’t fully gone away. Then again, he hadn’t done much to dissuade it.
“Will you see her again?”
“I doubt it. I don’t think she cared much for seeing me today, to be honest.”
“Aye, well you didn’t end on the best terms. Am I right?”
No. They certainly hadn’t. Just the memory of it was like taking a two-by-four to the chest. His jaw clenched against the wave of guilt and pain. Both emotions had been violently at war that day—as much as they still were now. Beneath those two emotions had been another one. Bitter disappointment. And it was always there. Hot and dark, running a river of anger through his blood.
He didn’t think about it much. Couldn’t go there in his head, because it was all such a mind fuck.
“There’s a reason the past is behind you.” Aleck’s quiet words resonated through the warm haze the Glennfidich had left.
“Aye. And it’ll stay there, no need to worry about that.”
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on Tuesday, September 23rd, 2014.
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#TBT A fun scene from my backlist book: The Billionaire’s Baby Bargain!
“You knew who I was all along, didn’t you, Chloe?”
Apparently not. The heaviness in her stomach grew. Rose upward until it filled her throat with tightness. Oh, God. She was missing something. Something big. Just who was Andrés that he’d get so upset about her writing about him?
She shook her head faster. “No. I promise you—”
“I’m usually quite careful,” he continued softly. “Having the women in my bed thoroughly researched ahead of time.”
The women in his bed. And she’d just become one of them.
“A confidentiality contract signed,” he continued. “But you slipped under the radar. And that was your plan all along, wasn’t it, cariño? With that innocent act?”
She blanched, struggling to catch her breath. “No.”
“I’ll bet it was all staged. Bumping into me that night.”
“No.” She jerked away from his grasp, putting distance between them. Each accusation he made stabbed into her like toxic darts.
His eyes glittered with disgust. “And the American attacking you on the beach. Was that arranged as well, cariño? A friend of yours, perhaps? Is that why I’ve been unable to locate him?”
She was going to be sick. The loathing on his face made everything inside her crumple with pain, made it almost impossible to breathe. What kind of woman did he think she was?
Chloe wrapped her arms around her stomach and choked out, “You think I planned that?”
“And why wouldn’t you? Gaining my trust by playing the damsel in distress—giving me access to your body,” he rasped and then gave a slow, cold smile. “In fact, I doubt this is your first time. Do you make it a practice to seduce men to get a story?”
Fury overrode the pain, and she lashed her hand across his face with a tortured cry.
Andrés grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her back against him. “Never make the mistake of hitting me,” he said, his toneturning glacial. “Even if the truth isn’t always pleasant to hear. Were you really so naïve to think you would get away with it?”
Her mouth opened and it was on the tip of her tongue to scream the truth. That she had no idea who the hell he was. That she’d never slept with a man for a story and that he was only the second man she’d ever slept with, period.
But why bother? Why defend herself to a man who was obviously nothing like she’d thought? He’d been an illusion. The passionate, considerate person she’d begun to fall for had just tainted himself with hideous words and accusations. He wasn’t gentle or loving but instead an assuming, ruthless bastard.
Researching the women he sleeps with. She wanted to get sick. Wanted to purge her ridiculous notions of who she’d thought Andrés was.
The only thing he’d gotten right about her was that she was naïve. Her heart clenched and she blinked back tears. God, she was a fool.
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on Thursday, September 18th, 2014.
I want to thank everyone who’ve been reading the free first in series and leaving reviews. Good or bad, I appreciate them all and that you took the time to read and review me. If you’ve missed the fact I have many free books, check them out at any ebook retailer. Click here for the books on Amazon!
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on Tuesday, August 26th, 2014.
So, I don’t know what’s going on, but please do NOT buy Taught by the Tycoon on Barnes and Noble. They’re still sending out the pre-order version and have not uploaded the new version. I’ve asked them to take it off sale completely, but they haven’t done it yet. If you bought the book there, please email me at email@example.com and I’ll send you a copy via email! So sorry! This is embarrassing and I feel awful for those who bought it/pre-ordered it!
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on Wednesday, August 20th, 2014.
Today I’m giving a peek at Good Girl Gone Plaid, the first book in my series The McLaughlins. It’s free at:
Falling for the bad boy is even more dangerous the second time around.
The McLaughlins, Book 1
In high school Sarah fell for her best friend’s older brother—one of the sexy, Scottish McLaughlin boys. But a painful betrayal showed her she’d been a fool to give her heart to a bad boy. At least it made it easier to leave him and move halfway around the world when her Navy dad got stationed in Japan.
Eleven years later, the death of her grandmother has forced Sarah back to Whidbey Island for a month. It’s the length of time she must stay in her inherited house before she’s allowed to sell it, take the money and run. But when she sees Ian, bad as ever and still looking like sin on a stick, she can’t keep her mouth from watering.
One look at Sarah stirs up the regret lingering in Ian’s heart—and never-forgotten desire lingering in his body. He should walk away, especially since divorced single mothers aren’t his style. But when she starts showing up at his family’s pub, he can’t resist a little casual seduction for old time’s sake.
One thing quickly becomes clear, though. The heat between them is causing an avalanche of secrets and betrayal and nothing will ever be the same.
Warning: A bad-boy hero who’s good with his hands, a heroine who’s trying to be good. Contains liberal consumption of Scotch whisky, a Highland Games competition, men in kilts wielding large poles, and a potential Sarah McLaughlin of the non-musical kind.
Outside in the sun, Sarah struggled for her eyes to adjust as she dug in her purse for her keys.
“Always on the run, I see.”
Her fingers wrapped around the keys just as the soft, lilting voice reached her ears.
Dammit, he’d followed her outside? Heart thumping and mouth dry, she waited for
Kenzie or Aleck’s voice to demand he come back inside. But there was nothing, just silence.
As the seconds ticked by, her disbelief grew. She had to face him. Alone. Sarah turned around, struggling desperately not to let every emotion rushing through her reflect on her face.
“What do you want?” She’d meant to say something clever. Flippant. Not only had she not managed to, but her question was almost a plea, infused with a faint anguish that was chronic when she thought of him.
His lopsided smile fell back into a grim slash and his gaze darkened. “Now there’s a loaded question, aye?”
“Not really, no.” She clenched her hands around her keys and turned away to unlock the door. “It should be fairly simple.”
His hand fell past her to the door, holding it closed. “Well it’s not. We should talk.”
A laugh of disbelief ripped from her, but then it died and her throat went tight. “You want to talk? About what?”
“Fuck. I’m not even sure anymore.”
Really that shouldn’t shock her. He was making trouble, just because it’s what he did best. “I’m only here for a month. Can we just make it a point to avoid each other?”
“How very adult of us,” he mocked.
She spun around to face him, not bothering to hold back the frustration. “Maybe it isn’t, but I think we said everything that needed to be said eleven years ago…” She trailed off as his expression slid from mocking to dark. Bitter.
“Aye,” he said with deceptive softness. “Eleven years ago you were quite thorough in telling me how you really felt.”
She could feel her cheeks flushing at the memory of that day—at the alternate personality she’d seemed to instantly develop. She smothered the quick rise of regret and guilt—because her words had been well deserved. Hadn’t they?
“Which means there’s not a lot left to say, right?” She pushed his arm away from her car door and succeeded in opening it this time. “Go back inside, Ian. I’m sure your bimbo girlfriend is getting lonely.”
“Ouch.” He gave a harsh laugh, but didn’t stop her. “You’re really quite good with the barbed insults for someone who tries hard to be known as the nice girl.”
A response was on her tongue, but she refused to let it fly. Instead she climbed into her car, shut the door and drove off a moment later.
In the rearview she watched him move back into the pub, and she bit her lip.
He wanted to turn this on her? Make her look like the evil bitch? It wasn’t fair. But then it’d never been fair.
“He’s an asshole,” she whispered. “He’ll always be an asshole.”
When tears filled her eyes, she gave a growl of dismay. She wouldn’t cry over him. Not again.
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on Tuesday, August 12th, 2014.
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on Friday, August 8th, 2014.
So I have a paranormal series which is still mostly undiscovered, which makes me because I LOVE it (some of my favorite stuff I wrote!). Which is why I’m super excited that book one is now free and can hopefully find its way onto readers of people who like paranormal books! So today I’m featuring a peek at Savage Hunger and if you know know paranormal fans, please let them know it’s free at:
The man who vows to protect her may be her biggest threat.
Book 1 in the Savage Series
Being the daughter of a world-renowned scientist, Sienna Peters has struggled to carve out her own career in the field. But her world is sent spinning when she discovers a secret species being held in the lab where she works, and the horrible things being done to them. Compelled to do more than hand off an information-packed jump drive to her father, she sets out to free the creatures.
The minute his team enters the compound, federal agent Warrick Donovan knows their mission will have more trouble than they bargained on. Unfortunately, trouble comes in the form of Sienna Peters, the younger sister of his close friend. Now not only does he need to save her pretty ass, he needs to discover just how involved she is with the imprisonment of the shifters.
Sienna knows she should trust no one–not even the man she might still love. But as the danger escalates and past passion ignites, her heart has other ideas. Even when the shroud of mystery is ripped off more than one stunning truth…The man who vows to protect her may be her biggest threat.
Warrick pressed himself against the wall and took another step toward her. He had to move fast. The woman, though still a good distance away, kept pausing and glancing around. And though he didn’t doubt for a moment he could easily take the petite gal, the fact that she appeared jumpy and wielded a knife made her unpredictable.
For a moment he thought she saw him—she stared down the hall where he stood in a dark shadow and seemed to hesitate—but then she turned and continued toward the hostages.
He kept his breathing shallow. The likelihood that she could see him was slim. He was covered in black from head to toe, with just his face exposed, and he was standing in a corner of the lab where the lighting was out, blending easily with the shadows.
Another ear-splitting scream ripped through the building and the woman jerked, sending the knife skittering across the floor.
It was the only opening he needed. Warrick reholstered the Glock, lunged away from the wall and went for her.
The woman didn’t even see him coming. She was leaning down to grab the knife when his arms locked around her waist and he knocked them both to the floor.
His palm slipped over her mouth, smothering the scream that erupted past her lips.
She bucked beneath him, the soft curve of her bottom grinding into his hips as her muffled cries of fear left hot puffs of air on his hand.
Jesus, she needed to stay the hell still. Warrick ground his teeth together, trying not to think about the softness of her body as he let his full weight pin her to the ground, making any movement on her part impossible.
He used his free hand to touch the communication button near his ear. “Tango apprehended.”
Lowering his head so that his mouth was just above the pale curve of her ear, he muttered, “Any more weapons on you, Cinderella?”
Another warm puff of air caressed his hand as she replied with what sounded like some kind of expletive. His lips curved into a humorless smile as he moved his hand down her side, searching for more weapons. Who was she? And more importantly, why was she here?
“I think you came to the wrong party, princess.”
He patted down her side, pressing firmly against the smooth fabric of her gown to check for more weapons. It became difficult to breathe as he slid his hand down her tiny waist and inward.
Warrick eased his weight off her just enough to maneuver his hand up her front, shutting his brain off from anything but finding more hidden weapons. The woman began to struggle again, her muffled cries outraged when she realized where his hand was traveling.
“Just need to make sure you’re not armed.” This time his lips brushed the soft curve of her ear.
An electric current ran through him and his eyelids narrowed as he breathed in the perfume she wore. Some kind of spicy vanilla scent. Sweet, sexy…and somewhat familiar. A memory tingled in the back of his head, but before he could acknowledge it pain rocketed through his hand.
“Shit!” He pulled at his hand, but her teeth followed, piercing the skin until he felt the wet trickle of blood.
“The hell you bite me,” he snarled.
Warrick flexed his hips against her, grinding her lower body hard to hold her still against the concrete floor, and used his free hand to grab the back of her hair.
His fingers wrapped in the knot on top of her head, grabbing her hair and jerking her head backward.
She eased her bite, opening her mouth and unclamping her teeth, before finally crying out in frustration and pain. Her furious scream pierced the air of the hallway, echoing in the building and setting off the hostages, their enraged howls starting up once more.
Warrick cursed and clamped his palm across her mouth again. “Bite me again and I swear to fucking God you’ll regret it.”
“Donovan, is that the tango? You need backup?”
Warrick’s lips tightened at the amusement in Larson’s tone as his voice came through the earpiece. He pressed the button to reply. “Under control.”
Larson gave a soft laugh. “Take all the time you need, buddy. I’m good here.”
All the time he needed? Bullshit. He’d have this bitch contained in seconds.
Warrick eased his weight off the woman and—without removing his hand from her mouth—grabbed her hip and flipped her onto her back. He caught her flailing hands and pinned her wrists above her head with his free hand.
“Now listen up, lady. I need you to…fuck me!” He blinked and shook his head against the roaring in his ears. “Sienna?”
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on Thursday, August 7th, 2014.
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I have news that I’m ridiculously excited about. In two words: FREE BOOKS. In a few more words? I know it can be expensive and time consuming to take a chance on an author or series, especially when so many have a free or discounted book in the series to give you a taste. So my publisher Samhain is letting me make the first e-book in all my series’ with them FREE. And I would be beyond appreciative if you would help me spread the word. Here are the free books:
Dangerous Grounds (Seattle Steam series-contemporary romance)
Anybody but Justin (Chances Are series–erotic contemporary romance)
Going Down (Holding out for a Hero series–erotic contemporary romance)
Savage Hunger (Savage series–paranormal romance)
Good Girl Gone Plaid (The McLaughlins series–contemporary romance)
These are NOT ONLY on Amazon (which I linked to), but also iBooks, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, the Samhain site, basically any ebook retailer (including international). I hope you pick up one or all of the stories if you haven’t yet. And if you enjoy them, a review always goes a long way for an author! Happy reading, everyone and have a great week!
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on Tuesday, August 5th, 2014.
Hello to another Throwback Thursday! Today’s snippet is from Good Girl Gone Plaid.
* * * *
“I find it amazing you’re all still single. I’m sure you’re all hot commodities on the island.”
“Me in particular? Are you hitting on me?” His tone lilted upward, his accent a bit stronger as his grin turned unabashed.
Sarah blushed, hotter than she could remember and sputtered for a response. “No, of course not, I’m—”
“I’m just taking the piss out of ya, luv.”
She relaxed and joined in his laughter, remembering the slang phrase now.
“I was asked to deliver this?”
They both glanced up at the new voice approaching the table.
Sarah’s laughter died and her mouth went dry. You were warned he might show.
“Yes, thank you.” She accepted the glass of wine from Ian and watched as he pulled out the chair to sit next to Colin.
“You’re welcome. Enjoying an evening out I see?”
“I am. Kenzie invited me.” She glanced over at Colin and smiled briefly. “Your brother was sweet enough to let me crash his table. This place is packed.”
“I insisted.” Colin winked.
The mood at the table seemed to shift, become heavier and darker. Seconds ticked by where no one said anything.
Sarah took a sip of wine, but really it may as well have been water for all it mattered.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom. Hold my spot?” She knew they would, but it was just extra words to pretend everything was normal.
“Of course,” Colin agreed.
Sarah scooted her chair back and made her escape, grateful for a moment to compose herself.
* * *
She looked sexy. The denim skirt showed off toned legs, and the red tank clung to the curves of her breasts. She’d kept her hair down, and it shone as if she’d spent an hour brushing it.
Oh yes, Sarah was trying tonight to look good. Almost as if she wanted to garner someone’s attention. But who was that someone?
“You and Sarah seem quite cozy,” Ian remarked in a calm tone he wasn’t so sure he felt.
“Just getting reacquainted. She’s a pretty thing, aye?”
“Aye.” The word about killed him. Hearing his brother say it evoked a dark fury deep inside him. He resented it. Resented more so the fact he could still get jealous over Sarah.
“Why not take her to a movie?” he suggested with a hard shrug. “You’re single.”
Colin laughed and shook his head, before lifting the beer to his mouth and drinking another sip.
Unfortunately, his brother’s reaction only upped his irritation. “You laugh? Why?”
“Because you don’t mean that for a moment. You would saw my head off with a dull spoon if I made a move on Sarah.”
“Bollicks.” Actually, yes, he probably would.
“It’s also a respect thing. Sarah’s sweet, and yes, damn pretty.” Colin sobered, his gaze locking on Ian’s. “If she were just some girl you’d dallied with in high school, and had no real feelings for, then that would be one thing. But I’m not going to move in on a girl you’re still half in love with.”
Fury and disbelief erupted inside him. “Like hell—”
“Don’t ‘like hell’ me. You can lie all you want. And, truly, I think you’ve even convinced yourself she means nothing to you. But you’re wrong.” Colin sighed. “And when you realize that, it’s going to be quite a wake up call.”
“Do you have no recollection of our history? She hates me. I admit I hate her a bit after what she said that day—”
“Don’t let pride stand in your way. You both were stupid and made bad choices that day.”
“Mine a little worse,” he muttered after a heavy sigh. “She won’t forgive me. I hardly forgive myself.”
“But if she did, would you want her back?”
That question weighed heavy on his heart, and he wasn’t sure of the answer. How could he ever want to be with someone who thought so little of him? And yet his heart and body seemed to argue otherwise anytime she came within feet of him.
He settled for an answer his brother would expect. “I might want her for a few nights, but I’m not the sort for permanence.”
Colin grunted. “You would with the right girl. Go ahead and throw crude words my way all you want. But I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.”
Sometimes Ian didn’t doubt it.
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on Thursday, July 3rd, 2014.