You don’t bring me flowers, anymore
“His Mistress by Arrangement” by Natalie Anderson
Dear Lola,
I do not understand why you are not liking this book. Why you are not *heart-ing* it. Why you have not joined me in raising a glass to the body of Jake Rendel. This is a classic tale of rich successful playboy millionaire falling for the girl next door; of childhood crushes made good; of steamy against the table rip me panty-hose kind of sex. How could you not love it? I do not understand. Are we that different you and I? The other day you told me that you thought I was sad for liking East 17. You hurt me. “Thunder” is the best song ever. Because Lola, “when the thunder calls you, from a mountain high, it is time to spread your wings and fly (spread your wings and fly).” Alright so maybe I don’t quite know what that means either because Mama Sheridan always told me to stay indoors during a thunderstorm.
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“All Night With the Boss” by Natalie Anderson