A spoiled tart. Or was it spoiled brat? I purse my lips and try not to sneer at Tripp Porter as he drones on with a status update about the continuous permit delays, his monotonous voice flat enough to sink a yapping Jack Russell into a coma. Meanwhile I'm struggling to recall exactly what this arrogant ass called me at the holiday party. Of course, he was oblivious to the fact that I was standing on the other side of the pillar while he badmouthed me, his crimson bow tie hanging loose around his collar, his tongue flapping after him umpteenth gimlet.
Say You Still Love Me by K.A. Tucker
It's been years, and he looks so different, but...I frown and my feet falter as I watch him climb the steps. No. It can't possibly be him.
This sounded like a good Valentine's week read! Have you read it?









5 comments:
Now I am intrigued! I've been noticing this author around, and I like the sound of this one. Thanks for sharing and for visiting my blog.
I haven't read this one, but it sounds really good.
Well that is a great teaser. I want to know more, right now! LOL
Good introduction. I'd continue.
I don't read much romance but it looks like a good read.
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