Fruday #56, #61 Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas
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- Grab a book
- Turn to page 56 or 56% in your e-reader
- Find any sentence (or a few, don't spoil it)
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JORDAN
He took me in when I had nowhere else to go.
He doesn't use me, hurt me, or forget about me. He doesn't treat me like I'm nothing, take me for granted, or make me feel unsafe.
He remembers me, laughs with me, and looks at me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me. I can feel his eyes on me over the breakfast table, and my heart pumps so hard when I hear him pull in the driveway after work.
I have to stop this. It can't happen.
My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he's probably unavailable.
Only Pike Lawson isn't the unavailable one.
I am.
PIKE
I took her in, because I thought I was helping.
She'd cook a few meals and clean up a little. It was an easy arrangement.
As the days go by, though, it's becoming anything but easy. I have to stop my mind from drifting to her and stop holding my breath every time I bump into her in the house. I can't touch her, and I shouldn't want to.
The more I find my path crossing hers, though, the more she's becoming a part of me.
But we're not free to give into this. She's nineteen, and I'm thirty-eight.
And her boyfriend's father.
Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.
*BIRTHDAY GIRL is a stand-alone, contemporary romance suitable for ages 18+.
I'm LOVING this book! I haven't read a slow burn romance before and this one is definitely hitting the spot. I'm loving everything about it. Although it's a romance that is centered around an age gap, but the gap really doesn't feel that large because the two main characters work so well together. I can't wait to keep reading this book and hope to be finished with it by this weekend!
"'Tell you...' She buttons up her rain coat, her sweet, shy demeanor slowly being replaced with a squarer set to her shoulders. 'If the little lady can't handle some rain in her hair or mud under her fingernails, then she'll go back into the truck and wait for you. Where it's safe. Okay?' And then she arches an eyebrow at me like I shouldn't even go there."
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