![]() Are you projecting because it gives you hope that an IT guy might look like him?” “Military guys are punctual,” she agrees. If she knew I also watched him leave our apartment complex every morning, and that we ended up in line at the same Tim Hortons once, she’d do something horrible. I already feel like a stalker watching him jog by my office window. Mainly because I know more than she knows I know, but I refuse to tell her as much. “Maybe he’s military.” Another smile crests my mouth. Kayla says that if she has a girl, her name will be Kendall. I haven’t met a lot of kids, but trust me when I say Kyle is amazing. She’s married to a nice guy named Kevin and has a six-year-old special-needs son who is the greatest kid on the planet. “What do you think he does for a living?” Kayla asks, her voice dreamy. For a terminally single woman consciously stocking her fantasy bank, he’s a perfect candidate. His upper half is shaped like an upside-down triangle: wide chest, broad shoulders, fantasy-grade muscle mass and physique. He’s one of those guys who shouldn’t be real. I tapped the screen of my phone to silence the musical reminder just before she called.Īs you can see, I’m not the only one watching for him. Well, not mine, but she calls him mine and I let her, because nothing is safer than fiction. We’re waiting for my mystery man to run by the window. The second I hold the handset to my ear, she says, “Four-minute warning.” Kayla does this at least three times a week. on a Tuesday, and I know who it is without looking. My office phone to my left purrs and I smile at it before I lift the receiver. It’s a lot of romantic fun, with a serious emotional punch you’ve come to expect from a Jessica Lemmon book. (Oh, and guess what else? I was only going to write *one* book… until Vince’s best friend Davis hit the page and then I decided I had to know more about him, too.) I hope this book sweeps you off your feet the way it did me while I was writing it. The even bigger surprise for me was when Vince, her coworker, uttered his first line mid-Chapter 1, and I realized that *he* was the hero, not the buff runner outside. ![]() ![]() The answer, as we now know, was Jacqueline Butler from her office window where she is Vice President of a marketing company. Who was she? Where did she work? At 4 AM that next morning, I jolted out of bed when I figured it out, and grabbed my laptop. I kept wondering what kind of heroine would be watching that golden god jog by. Then he said, “You’re welcome,” because he knew he’d gifted me the mother of all plot bunnies. My beloved wore a smirk when my eyes came back to his. My husband pointed him out, watching me as I watched the runner-in his gorgeous, splendid, shirtless glory-dash by outside and disappear out of sight. We’d just bellied up to the bar and ordered drinks when a man jogged by the huge glass windows. my husband and I were on a Tennessee vacation with a group of close friends. After a ridiculously epic kiss, Jackie sees a sexier side of Vince, and suddenly anything is possible… Vince takes Jackie on practice dates, promising to help her hone her skills, but can’t resist edging the fake romance into reality. Encouraging her to pursue a guy who is all muscle and no substance will not only get Jackie off the bench, but will also open her eyes to the fact that Vince is the right man for her. But after being friend-zoned big-time, Vince can’t exactly ask her out himself. Vince knows his best friend Jackie better than she knows herself, and the last thing she needs is a date with a pompous, swole jackass. She’s good with ogling him from afar, but her best friend-slash-colleague Vince Carson suggests she do more than stare-he wants her to ask the runner out. What a teaser, love this one, we are aiming on getting more respect-able teasers in our range just because you are asking for it.A “bubbly and sizzling rom-com” with a light love triangle and an absolutely swoon-worthy hero.Įvery morning, a gorgeous mystery man jogs by Jacqueline Butler’s office window, tempting her to break her “no dating” rule. Make sure you tel the onlooker know where your face is up top dear NOT down there. The Eye Candy Bikini Pants are as naughty. Ah well if the onlooker does not like it just take your bikini off, problem solved!! tell them you thought you were in Saint Tropez! ![]() In France they take their top off totally on the beach to sun bake, at least you are covered with this set. Suits swimming off course and playing, body building modelling competition, strip teasing, lingerie waitress, gentlemen bars. Great teaser sexy plus, whether you have small or large tits/boobs, natural or enhanced still gets the juices happening, that new car or diamond ring might come sooner than you think LOL!! or wedding proposal, honey moon, real sexy and hot bikini. Eye Candy Micro Bikini Set, Saint Tropez -Open Bikini Top & PantĮye Candy Bikini Top & matching bottom. ![]()
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