Being a lover of books has its perks. There’s always a story waiting to be read. A hero to fall in love with. A heroine to adore. Sometimes I think I should change genres and actually give the potential men in my life a chance. My expectations of love are dangerously unrealistic.

I preferred my boys dirtied up and restraining order persistent. This man probably took no for an answer. Jamie took it as a challenge.

Tessa Kelly is a man-eater. She’s like Medusa, but without the whole “freezing to stone” bit. Because that’s not her style. That’s not painful enough for her. She’d much rather draw you in with her blinding beauty, and then rip your heart out and eat it in front of you. And then she’ll stand over you and watch you slowly die at her feet.

The heart is never wrong, honey. It’s just stupidly hopeful like the rest of us.

But when I look at you, it’s all I can think about. Marriage. Kids. Everything. I want it all with you. And I don’t want to wait.

I’ll earn her friendship before offering her my life. It’s hers anyway. She just needs to take it.

I wanted to hear her voice. More of it. I couldn’t get this woman out of my head.

We might not be married yet, but I said my vows to you a long time ago.

This was always my home. Wherever he was.

This is your fourth bath since we got here, Mia.” I blush instantly. “Actually, it’s my fifth.” His eyebrows shoot up. “I drew one last night after you fell asleep. I’m not proud of it.” “You took a bath in the middle of the night?” Nodding, I sink back against the tub. My eyes lower. “Yep. I think I might be somewhat addicted at this point.