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822 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 14, 2019
I've read quite a number of patronizing & condescending authors whose primary aim is to SHOW the reader just how smart they are.
Mostly they'll quote Homer or Dante or whomever they deem is lofty enough thinking it makes them seem smart.
FYI: it only makes you look pretentious while highlighting your lack of skill in writing a story that resonates.
Unfortunately, Huntington seems to have a Masters in gratuitous words that don't move the plot along hence the reason this book is a 700-kindle-page giant fluffball.
Yeah, no thanks.
Emery’s arms wrapped across her chest, because no, I hadn’t been lying. Her nipples were hard as fuck, and they pointed right at me like two tiny sorting hats choosing my lips as their Hogwarts House.
“Umm…” She upped her smile until she resembled Jack Nicholson’s Joker and snagged a seat on the chair in front of my desk.
(For the record, Heath Ledger played the best Joker, and I’d annihilate anyone who argues with me about it.)
Tufts of jet-black hair stuck up in several directions on his head, like he couldn’t be bothered to tame it. Cropped closely at the sides, he kept it long on top in silky, uncultivated waves.
Cafuné, I thought, disconcerted when I realized I’d whispered it.
Cafuné—the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.
“You fucked me thinking I was someone else?!”
My hypocrisy wasn’t lost on me. So what if I thought he was his brother? It was different. I was in love. He thought I was a married woman. Okay, we both mistook one another for other people, but for my sanity’s sake, I needed to believe we were different.
hahah okay babe whatever you say😭
How desperate for attention was she that she needed to break into my penthouse and strip in my shower?
Emery needed money like I needed a bigger dick. Any more would be excessive.
Pressing the return button, I spared the guy feelings of inadequacy at the sight of my dick and stepped into the en suite bathroom before stripping out of my black Calvin Kleins.
I finished college and knew the ins and outs of anal while she still thought she pees and fucks from the same hole.
"This chick basically changes how she looks for a guy, then she wakes up on shore, and dudebro prince sees a hot naked chick and wants to smash? Are y'all for real?" Her southern accent strengthened the more worked up she got. Wide eyed and jaw unhinged, she looked manic"
"- I hope I'm looking into things. I hope it's bad timing-"
"Timing? There is no such thing as time. Time is something people made up to give value to each breath we take, to remind us that they're limited, that we should leap first and ask questions never."
"I've been living in a closet at the hotel."
Could she be any more self-sacrificial, infuriating, contradicting, confusing, generous, deviant, remarkable, or fucking goddamn consuming?
Ceiling: Wow. The mom you hate and a guy you considered to be nothing more than a creep until last night lied to you. You seem so torn up about it. Here's a tissue.
Ceiling: No, but I'm sure you'll tell me. I'd rather you didn't.
Ceiling: You are worse than a broken record. At least record players can be turned off. Let me say it slower this time-
“Why is it that two people never realize how much they love each other until one of them says goodbye?”