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Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter #1) The Shadows in the Street (Simon Serrailler #5)

The way they were looking at me . . . like they had news they weren’t looking forward to imparting.

My head spun as I looked at Aidan like I’d never seen him before. You worked with David Bowie?He grinned at my awe. No. I’ve had the pleasure of his company a few times. I met him through his producer. I was a little younger than you, just starting out.

Sweet Addiction (Sweet #6)

The knowledge that Aidan spent time in the company of not just famous people, but FAMOUS people suddenly sank in. I went from being overwhelmed by the guy to completely intimidated. In my head, I’d known since the moment Sylvie started talking about him that her uncle was older, experienced, worldly. And even back then, over a year ago when we first met, I knew he’d reeked of class and money.He was smart and driven and the most successful individual I’d ever met in real life. He’d gone from this amazing life with these apparently gorgeous women and an astounding career, to changing it so he could look after his dying sister and then look after her kid. He hadn’t run from that. This man had made a choice and was sticking with it.And I was dressing up as Peter Pan to entertain kids and bury myself in fantasy so I didn’t have to face reality.

Reviving Izabel (In the Company of Killers #2)

I pushed back my chair and the feet squealed against the linoleum. I just remembered I have somewhere to be. I’m so sorry.You haven’t finished your lunch, Sylvie said, disappointment ringing in her words.

Even though her sad face pained me, I gave her a small smile as I stood. I’m sorry, sweetie. I have to go. Thanks for hanging out with me again.

She immediately got out of her chair and threw her arms around my waist. A lump formed in my throat as I hugged her back. For some reason, guilt welled inside me and my eyes unwillingly flew to Aidan.She was lovely in a low key kind of way, her beauty not the sort that grabbed the eye immediately, but rather something that was revealed the more you stared at her. Her features were even and small, her limbs long and graceful, her body in that soft blue dress possessing all the curves a male could want.

A slight flutter off to the side drew his attention. It was her hands…her hands were shaking—and as if she didn’t want him to notice that, she clasped them together in her lap.What have you done to deserve me, you poor thing, he thought.

The Cleric Quintet: Night Masks (The Cleric Quintet #3)

I’m Peyton, he said, much to his father’s horror.As he spoke up, the female’s eyes lifted to his, and there was surprise in them. But she immediately glanced to her parents.

Her sire cleared his throat with a disapproving grunt—like he wished this were going better, but knew he had no right to expect shit in that department.And then he muttered, This is my daughter, Romina.

English, not the Old Language. An insult to which one of us? Peyton wondered.In any event, he bowed low. My pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Before he straightened, he tried to communicate with her telepathically: It’s going to be okay. We’re going to get out of this.As if they were both prisoners.

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