Tl Swan Book Quotes

Are you brushing me off for your book?” “Completely. Don’t be offended. I would brush Superman off for this book.

I would like to dedicate this book to the alphabet. For those twenty-six letters have changed my life. Within those twenty-six letters, I found myself and live my dream. Next time you say the alphabet remember its power. I do every day.

I would like to dedicate this book to the alphabet, for those twenty-six letters have changed my life. Within those twenty-six letters I found myself, and now I live my dream. Next time you say the alphabet, remember its power. I do every day.

I would like to dedicate this book to the alphabet, for those twenty-six letters have changed my life. Within those twenty-six letters, I found myself and live my dream. Next time you say the alphabet, remember its power. I do every day.

Both men didn’t care enough to go the extra mile for me. Maybe my expectations are too high from my book boyfriends in my romance novels—maybe Jameson was right on that one. But damn it, I want the fucking fairy tale for once.

A book I’m reading.” “There are books like this out in the real world?” I frown, fascinated. “A million. They’re seriously hot too. All men should be reading this stuff. It would make them a million times better in bed.” “Where do I read these?” “On Kindle.” “Hmm.” They keep talking, and I discreetly text the boys. I have intel. We need to buy a Kindle. Stat!

He stops dancing. “You said that our story was just beginning.” His eyes search mine. “That was before you burned the book.

Her name is Hayden Whitmore.” “Nice name.” He smirks as he takes another sip. “Sounds like a character from a Jane Austen book.” I smirk and take a sip too. “She is.” He watches me and waits for me to elaborate. “Kind, loving, innocent, and . . .” I pause. “Different to the women I know. Curvy and sweet, intelligent and witty. She’s fucking perfect.

You said that our story was just beginning.” His eyes search mine. “That was before you burned the book.

His eyes hold mine. “How are you?” “Good, thanks.” I drop my eyes to the desk. I’m not looking at those beautiful blue eyes. He’s like the snake from The Jungle Book—one look in those hypnotic suckers, and your panties drop to the floor.