Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.
Janet EvanovichI wasnโt a fabulous cook. I didnโt have a boyfriend, much less a husband. And I wasnโt a big financial success. I could live with all those failings as long as I knew that once in a while I looked really hot.
Janet EvanovichI'd slept with Ranger! Not sexually, of course. But I'd been in his bed. And then there was the evil shower gel. "It was all because of the shower gel," I said. Morelli's eyes narrowed. "Shower gel?" I made a major effort not to sigh. "Long story. You probably don't want to hear it.
Janet EvanovichRanger locked eyes with me. "Please," he said. Tank and Hal were goggle-eyed. They weren't used to "please." I wasn't used to it either. But I liked it. Okay," I said. "Be careful. He's insane.
Janet EvanovichHeโs sort of a homeless horse,โ I said. โIโm leaving for the airport in two seconds, and I wonโt be back for a couple days. You can put the horse in the garage, but I donโt want that horse in my apartment.โ โWho would put a horse in an apartment? Thatโs dumb.โ โWhereโs the horse staying now?โ โMy apartment.โ โI can always count on you to brighten my day,โ Ranger said. And he disconnected.
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