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245 pages, ebook
First published April 11, 2016
--Tiffanie DeBartolo (How to Kill a Rock Star)
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--Tiffanie DeBartolo (How to Kill a Rock Star)
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“It doesn’t matter how good-looking you are. You’re a dangerous human being.”See, to me, that little exchange couldn’t BE more generic, but(!) I also know that it probably may appeal to many, many people. So I don’t really not recommend this book or anything; I say go for it if you want to - you may like it! :)
“You have no idea how dangerous I am when I want something. I will stop at nothing to get it. And there’s nothing more that I want right now than you.”
"There were no coincidences in life. This journey we took, however fucked up of a turn it made, was meant to happen for us."
"God, I need to touch you...I don't think we are right for each other. I'm not your type...And what exactly is my type?...a snobby, rich bitch? Someone who compliments a stuck-up suit such as yourself...Well, there's only one person I want to be all over right now, Soraya. All. Over. You."
There was a beautiful man underneath that heart of steel.
The 2 main characters, Soraya Venedetta & Graham Morgan were a total delight....engaging and beyond endearing.
“My life was far from Sex and the City. It was more like Sex and the Pity. Or Sex and the Shitty.”She's one of a kind...colours the tips of her hair to suit her moods!!!! She's fun, unique and totally fabulous......another unforgettable scene where she overhears the said ex girlfriend's friends gossiping in the ladies about Graham......does Soraya disappear into the shadows??? Not on your life...
“My boyfriend had been fucked over by Barbie and Ken. And I was more like the Bratz doll rebound.”
A few minutes later, I’d been so preoccupied thinking about what those women were saying that I hadn’t noticed Graham sneak up behind me to plant a kiss on my neck. The gossipers had taken notice, though. Their eyes were practically bugging out of their heads. Their little happily-ever-after fantasy was quickly challenged by Graham’s public display of affection with someone they probably assumed was working the party. I couldn’t help myself when I turned to them and smiled. “Plot twist.”I just loved watching these two come together....
And Graham Morgan........hell, I loved this guy!!!! What was there not to love????
The interaction and dialogue between the two is out of this world..........
“Give a little, Soraya. It’s a ride home, not a ride on my cock. And I think you know by now that I’m not a serial killer.” - Graham
Oh, another great thing about the story is when Graham writes to the agony column that Soraya works on........
Dear Ida,....some of the messages were incredibly funny.......one of the letters that Soraya received from one of the readers had me rolling on the floor...
This is the former Celibate in Manhattan. You might also remember me as Stuck-up Suit. I thought it would be polite to provide you with an update to my situation, seeing as though you've been so helpful thus far. The good news: I'm happy to say that I'm no longer celibate."-Graham
“Dear Ida,So, if I loved this book so much, why only the 4stars?
My boyfriend recently asked me to marry him. I said yes. He’s the sweetest, kindest man I’ve ever known. Problem is, the diamond he gave me was smaller than I hoped for. I don’t really want to hurt his feelings. I need to know a polite way to express my disappointment. –Lori, Manhattan God has the same dilemma when it comes to you, sweetheart. P.S. When your fiancé dumps your selfish ass, give him my number. Answering”
“Gorgeous, arrogant, and pissed off?”
I chuckled a little. “Yeah, that’s him.”
It started out like any other morning on the train. Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle. He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world. Who did the stuck-up suit think he was...God? Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it. When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out. I might have picked it up. I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers. I might have held onto the mystery man's phone for days―until I finally conjured up the courage to return it. When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me. So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk's office. I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though.
I didn't expect him to text back.
I didn't expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.
I didn't expect to fall for him―all before we even met.
The two of us couldn't have been any more different.
Yet, you know what they say about opposites.
When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract―we consumed each other. Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn't prepared for where I'd wind up when the ride was over. All good things must come to an end, right? Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.
“I love how honest you always are with me about your thoughts and feelings.” She leaned in and gripped my wool sweater… “In fact, I prefer blunt honesty to anything else. I always want you to tell me the truth, even when you’re afraid it might offend me. I don’t think you understand how much I need the truth.”
“What will you be doing all day?”
“Assisting [with piercings]. I swab the area before she pierces and hold hands with the chickens.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer, but I asked anyways. “What will you be swabbing?”
“The usual. Ears, noses, belly buttons, tongues, nipples, a penis or two.
“Come again?”
“It’s clinical.”
“Yes, that makes me feel better about you swabbing a man’s cock…”
“Relax. It’s no big deal.”
“Yes. You’re right.”
“I am?”
“Sure.” I partially cover the phone and yelled to my secretary, who wasn’t in today. “Elizabeth? Can you come in here a minute?”
“Elizabeth? Isn’t that your new secretary?”
“Yes. I’m going to wash her tits.”
Soraya chuckled. The woman damn laughed at me. Again.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve seen firsthand the way you treat your secretaries. Pretty sure she wouldn’t let you wash her feet, much less her tits.”
Sadly, she was probably right.
“Let me tell you something, Soraya. I may not be the nicest guy on the planet or even the best fit for you. In fact, I know I’m not. But you can’t deny what’s going on between us. There’s only one way to end this.”
“And what’s that?”
“Me buried deep inside of you.”
He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. "No one knows what's going to happen from one day to the next, but if the world were to end tomorrow, there's no place I'd rather be than right here with you. That tells me everything I need to know."
There's nothing you could possibly have that I'm looking for, that would make opening door and having to deal with you worth it. Now please leave this floor, or I'll have security escort you out."
Soraya: I have my limit, and showing you between my legs is definitely a hard limit.
Graham: And there is definitely no limit as to how HARD that would make me. In fact, just imagining it is giving me a hard on right now.