I shot a look at Derek, but he avoided my distressed gaze, turning away to chat up the closest woman available, who happened to be Mary Ellen Prescott, the manicurist at the Dharma co-op beauty salon my mother operated with a few of the commune women. He would soon find out that Mary Ellen was no...
—The Cookbook of Obedience Green “Ah, Brooklyn,” a seriously sexy Latin voice murmured near my ear. “It has been too long.” That intoxicating male tone brought an instant smile to my face, and I turned to face Raoul. What woman wouldn’t smile at the sound of his voice? And...
He threw his arms around me instinctively, a protective gesture against Perry, who lurched to a stop right behind me. “Give me the book,” Perry demanded. “No,” I shouted back, my fervor muffled somewhat by MacLeod’s wool jacket. &n...