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352 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 7, 2017
“You don’t know how perfect you two are for each other. One ice, one fire, but both stubborn as hell.”Every Little Thing is the second book in Samantha Young’s Hart’s Boardwalk series. When I finished the first book, I was so ecstatic to get a book about Bailey Hartwell and Vaughn Tremaine. I love that enemy to lovers story line and I could tell that their story would turn into an epic love.
“I’m sorry. I have a bad habit of being a bastard to you.” Bailey’s eyebrows rose at his admission. And then something rueful and mischievous glinted in those beautiful eyes of hers. “Maybe that’s because I have a bad habit of being a bitch to you.”
“There was nothing calming about being this attracted to a man I wasn’t even sure I liked very much.”
“I bet you’ve thought about it. Fucking the hostile Princess of the Boardwalk into submission.”
“I love you, Bailey Hartwell, because you frustrate me, you annoy me, you bother me, you bewilder me, you make me laugh, you get under my skin, you take my breath away.”
“Not so smart for a smart guy.”
I was as attractive as a limp noodle to him. And it shouldn’t bother me. The man was a jerk.
“No wonder you’re single.”
I gave him a look that would have made a lesser man’s balls jump back up inside him.
“You’re cold through and through. You haven’t got anything real to offer a woman. Nothing but money. And sooner or later they’ll realize not even money is worth a lifetime of nothing.”
It was harsh. It was horrible. And it was all about me, not him. Immediately I wanted to take the words back, but they were out there. Me and my stupid no brain-to-mouth filter. Like the ice I’d accused him of being, Vaughn’s expression turned an arctic level of cool.
“I’m single because I want to be, Miss Hartwell. Unlike you I’m strong enough to be alone rather than settle for mediocre. But then like attracts like, doesn’t it.”
“I’m sorry. I have a bad habit of being a bastard to you.”
Bailey’s eyebrows rose at his admission. And then something rueful and mischievous glinted in those beautiful eyes of hers.
“Maybe that’s because I have a bad habit of being a bitch to you.”
“I want you to watch out for Bailey. I know you do anyway, but I’m specifically talking about this Rex person.” He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like the sound of him, Lawson.”
His friend took a slow, casual sip of his coffee and studied Vaughn until he was almost squirming.
“Well?” Vaughn snapped.
“I was just wondering.”
“What?”
“If it’s uncomfortable.”
“If what’s uncomfortable?”
“Having your head that far up your ass.”
Bailey Hartwell liked a little dirt in bed. No lily-white princess. Loyal. Fierce. Protective. Kind. Strong. Funny. Sassy. Sexy. And goddamn perfect for him in bed.
The man I thought I might have been waiting for my whole life.
All this time he'd been standing right in front of me, wearing a suit and a sexy-ass smirk.
EVERY LITTLE THING was such an adorable & funny & sexy & exciting lovestory! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Vaughn - this on is MINE!!!
“Always so complimentary, Tremaine. It’s a wonder you don’t have a trail of panting ladies following after you. Oh, wait a second. It’s not.”
“I’m single because I want to be, Miss Hartwell. Unlike you, I’m strong enough to be alone rather than settle for mediocre. But then like attracts like, doesn’t it.”
Bastard.
Vaughn looked at me like he wanted me. I knew there was power in my smile but wow.
"I bet you've thought about it. F**king the hostile Princess of the Boardwalk into submission."
“You have no idea.”
His mouth slammed down on mine, his kiss hard, punishing, almost painful.
I felt like he could see into my soul and that I could finally see into his.
“I like you at a distance.”
In that moment, I almost hated him.
“I’m not the one running scared now, princess.”
We were two people who were attracted to each other and didn’t want to be.
Of course there was going to be hostility.
And here I thought he was just a dick.
“Take me into my room, Vaughn. Take control so I don’t have to. I want you to. I want you to lay me down on that bed and take what you want. You want to right?” I looked deep into his hard eyes and shivered at the heat I found in them. “I bet you’ve thought about it. Fucking the hostile Princess of the Boardwalk into submission.”
Hot as fuck.
Bailey Harwell liked a little dirt in bed.
No lily-white princess.
Loyal. Fierce. Protective. Kind. Strong. Funny. Sassy. Sexy. And goddamn perfect for him in bed.
“I didn’t want to want you.”
“I didn’t want to want you, either, but I did.” Vaughn stepped closer to me. “you are everything I’ve never known, I fell in love with you a long time ago, princess. I’ve tried to fight it, but I can’t, and I don’t want to anymore.”
“I was wondering.”
“What?”
“If it’s uncomfortable.”
“If what’s uncomfortable?”
“Having your head that far up your ass.”
“You’re a real comedian today, Lawson.”
“You’re making it easy for me.”
I stared up at him. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. It scares the living daylights out of me.”
He grinned. Huge. A boyish, wicked grin that made me feel like my heart might burst out of my chest. “Welcome to my world.”
"You are a big fish in a small pond."
"I'm a fucking shark in the ocean."
“Just because you can be a bitch, Bailey, doesn’t mean you’re not an interesting one.”
“I’m only a bitch to people who are assholes.” She downed the rest of her wine. She didn’t ask for more, however. Instead she placed the glass out of her way and leaned back on the palms of her hands.
"As always you flatter me.”
“Why are you an asshole, Tremaine?”