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Sharing The Love

A Silver Daggers Tour Post

with Jana Richards

Featuring her series The Masonville Series

Welcome to Sharing The Love, Jana Richards!

Let’s leap straight into an excerpt from Book 1, Child of Mine

Excerpt

“We asked you to come here this evening because we have something we want to tell all of you. Lauren and I are getting married.”

The room went deathly quiet. Lauren tightened her grip on his hand. Her face turned pale as she stared at her family’s stunned expressions. Cole put his arm around her waist, afraid she might faint.

He needn’t have worried. She lifted her chin at a defiant angle and turned to face the others.

“Cole and I have decided this child needs the best possible start in life and that means having a mother and a father. We’ve always been friends, so what better way to start a marriage then with friendship?”

Garrett pushed himself to his feet and came forward. “I think it’s a hell of an idea. You two will make wonderful parents.”

He enfolded Lauren in an embrace. Cole heard her murmur her thanks to her brother. “I think you’ll make a wonderful uncle.”

Charlotte was next in line. She kissed Lauren’s cheek. “I’m so happy for you, sweetie. When’s the big day?”

“In a couple of weeks,” Cole said. “As soon as we can arrange everything.”

Lauren’s parents, Robert and Grace, also extended their congratulations. If they had reservations, they kept them to themselves.

Only his mother remained in her seat, staring at them in disbelief. Cole sat next to her. “What do you want to say, Ma?”

“You can’t replace Billy.” She choked out the words.

“I know that.” He’d known he was second best in her eyes all his life. “I wouldn’t even try.”

“But to marry his wife, to raise his child? It’s wrong. They don’t belong to you. You always wanted what belonged to your brother.”

He wanted to shout at her that the baby was his, that it had nothing to do with Billy. And Lauren was his, too. He’d loved her first. His brother had never appreciated what a gem he’d had in her. He’d squandered his marriage the way he’d squandered the love that had been lavished on him all his life, from his parents, from Lauren, and even from him.

Instead he pressed his lips together and said nothing. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and saw that Lauren stood beside him.

“I know this is difficult for you, Ella. I know you’re grieving. But I have to raise my child in the best way I know how. Aside from my brother and sister, Cole is my best friend in the world. He’s a good man, and I know he’ll be a wonderful father. You should be very proud of him.”

His mother stared at Lauren as if she couldn’t believe what she was saying. Her face twisted. “Don’t you miss Billy at all? Don’t you grieve for him? Nobody understands. Nobody.”

“Ma.”

He said the word a little sharper then he’d intended, but at least it got her attention. She looked up at him in surprise.

“I’m sorry if it hurts you, but Lauren and I are getting married. We care about one another and we care about the baby. The three of us are going to be a family. I wish you could be happy for us.”

Ella dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. Finally, with a shuddering breath, she turned to look at him.

“For Billy’s baby’s sake, I’ll try.”

Billy’s baby.

The pain was swift and unexpected. If she’d stabbed him through the heart with a dagger it wouldn’t have hurt as much.

 

Strong Enough

The Masonville Series Book 4

by Jana Richards

Genre: Small Town Contemporary Romance

 

Love can make you stronger, if you let it.

Charlotte Saunders has a full life—a rewarding career as a nurse, meaningful volunteer work at a dog shelter, and family, friends and pets she adores. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t forget the horrible event that’s haunted her for ten years.

A survivor of childhood sexual abuse, Damon Greyson now helps others who have suffered trauma. His experience and intuition alert him to trouble in Charlotte’s past, and he wants to help her, if only she’d let him.

As they work together to help veterans suffering from PTSD and neglected dogs needing loving homes, their feelings for each other deepen. But when the trauma from Charlotte’s past roars back to life, both are forced to confront their painful histories—or die trying.

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Unexpected

The Masonville Series Book 3

 

 
Single dad Ben Greyson wants only to retain custody of his two stepdaughters. A dysfunctional childhood has made family the most important thing in his life. When his late wife’s parents sue for custody, a desperate Ben is left with two choices – run away with his girls or marry his next-door neighbor.
Jamie Garven wants to be a mother. She’s intrigued by her handsome new neighbor and falls in love with his little girls. Then Ben is faced with losing his children, and Jamie agrees to marry him for a chance at motherhood. They’re determined to show the world, and the girls’ grandparents, two loving parents.
Their marriage of convenience turns into unexpected love. But Ben interprets Jamie’s efforts to save their family as betrayal—they could lose everything, including each other.
 
 

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To Heal a Heart

The Masonville Series Book 2

 

 

Two souls in pain, two hearts in need of rescue.

Garrett Saunders’ world changed two years ago on a road in Afghanistan. Back home, he feels like a stranger. As he struggles to find his place in the world, he meets a horse destined for the slaughterhouse and a woman bent on rescuing the strays of the world, including him.

Blair Greyson moves to Masonville to look after her ailing grandfather and give her rescue horses a home. Right away she butts heads with a surly former Marine. Despite a rocky start, they come to an agreement: Blair will board Garrett’s rescue horse and he’ll help with repairs around her farm.

Garrett finds purpose working with Blair—and falls in love with her. But she’s hiding a secret. Can she forgive herself and accept Garrett’s love, or will she let guilt and regret continue to rule her life?

 

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Child of Mine

The Masonville Series Book 1

 

 

Is Lauren’s love for Cole stronger than her fear of scandal in her hometown?

Lauren didn’t intend to sleep with her brother-in-law Cole on the day of her husband’s funeral. But now that she is pregnant, she’s not sorry. Cole’s given her a baby, a long-wished-for miracle. He’s been her friend forever, though she never told him or anyone else how unhappy her marriage to his cheating brother was. And she’s afraid to tell the small town that considered her husband a hero that the baby isn’t his.

Cole’s been in love with Lauren since he was sixteen. It kills him that everyone believes the baby is his dead brother’s. All he wants is to claim the baby, and Lauren, as his own. Though she marries him, will Lauren’s heart ever be his?

Lauren must tell the truth or risk losing Cole. Is her newly-discovered love for him greater than her fear of scandal in her hometown?

 

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When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.

In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com

 

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Blog Hopping · Contemporary Romance · Erotic Romance · Sharing The Love

Sharing The Love

with Lisabet Sarai

Featuring her novel Incognito (and information about a Giveaway!)

Welcome back to Sharing The Love, Lisabet Sarai! I’m excited to hear all about your new release!

Not for the Faint of Heart

I don’t like “reader’s advisories”, especially when they detail every sexual activity included in a novel. Erotica is not about sex acts, but about desire and its fulfillment.

On the other hand, I don’t want to offend any readers who pick up my new release Incognito without a clear understanding that it contains taboo content.

I’m willing to admit, some people might be shocked by this book. Both Miranda and Mark are polymorphously perverse characters, attracted to both their own and the opposite sex. They’re natural switches, drawn to roles on both sides of the BDSM power equation. The book includes pretty much every variety of sexual encounter, from incest fantasies to age play to cross-dressing. I’m sure that some readers would dismiss the book as nothing but gratuitous sex. That’s not how I see it, though. Incognito is, first and foremost, the story of one woman’s journey to realize and express her sexuality. Miranda’s heart-crushing initiation into sex leaves her emotionally scarred, unable to reconcile the experiences of love and lust. She’s ultimately healed by her relationship with Mark, a man who’s open and accepting of all her desires – even the most extreme.

About The Book

During the day, Miranda Cahill works diligently on her doctoral thesis. At night, she has sex with strangers.

Public coupling, multiple partners, age play, spankings, bondage, lesbian lust—each salacious adventure exposes new dimensions of her depravity. Her secret life explodes when she realizes her masked partner at a kink club and the charismatic colleague courting her are in fact the same man.

Dickens scholar Mark Anderson seems like an affable, uncomplicated Midwesterner, but he has hidden depths, myriad talents, and an unlimited appetite for erotic variety. With Mark as her guide,  Miranda comes to accept the intricacy of her own desires, as well as to trust her heart.

Reader Advisory: This novel is an erotic romance featuring a committed relationship and culminating in a wedding. Nevertheless, the main characters participate in a wide range of taboo sexual activities, both together and separately.

Genre: Taboo contemporary erotic romance, BDSM/Ménage/Multiple partners/lesbian/gay

Length: Approximately 87,000 words, 293 pages

Rating/Heat Level: Explicit. Mature Audiences Only. 5 Flames.

Excerpt:

A knock on her office door brought Miranda back to the here and now. She had been lost, uncharacteristically, in the manuscript, a classic piece from the collection of the British Museum. There were no annotations, no commentary, on the photocopied pages. Her laptop, neglected, had turned itself off to save power. She sighed and shook her head as if to clear away the lascivious images.

“Come in,” she called, wondering who it could be. She often worked on Saturdays, precisely because the department was deserted and she could read and write undisturbed.

The grizzled head of Harold Scofield poked through the door. “Hello, Miranda. I am sorry to intrude, but I have someone to whom I would like to introduce you.” Miranda smiled to herself; her genial thesis advisor always sounded like a grammar textbook. The gray-bearded figure in suspenders bustled in, followed by an attractive young man in dark-framed eyeglasses.

“Miranda, I would like to present Mark Anderson, our new lecturer. Mark will be handling the Dickens course for the summer session.”

“Mark, this is Miranda Cahill, my most promising graduate student.” Miranda blushed, and Dr. Scofield’s eyes twinkled. “Miranda has chosen a rather controversial topic for her thesis, a new interpretation of the corpus of Victorian erotica.”

The newcomer’s polite smile expanded to a grin. “Really. That’s fascinating. Sounds far more—stimulating—than my dissertation on the metaphorical significance of orphans in Dickens and his contemporaries.”

Miranda’s blush deepened as she noted the double entendre. She met his teasing gaze, almost defiantly. “Yes, it is an intriguing topic, and I believe one of considerable literary and social significance, as well.” He had thick, dark hair, slightly tousled. His eyes behind the glasses were velvety brown with glints of gold. In his face, she saw intelligence, energy, and humor.

“Miranda has championed an unusual theory, that the explosion of sexually-oriented writing during the latter half of the nineteenth century was a reflection of actual practices, rather than a reaction against repressive public morals.” Her advisor appeared to be enjoying the role of agent provocateur. “She believes that the detailed accounts of sexual adventure and aberration published during the era chronicled real experiences, not merely fantasies.”

“Hmm.” Their bespectacled companion looked both amused and interested. “What evidence do you have to support this proposition?”

“Well, to begin with,” said Miranda, automatically adopting an academic tone, “a significant fraction of these writings are first person accounts. And a surprising number are related from a woman’s perspective. If this were primarily a literature of fantasy and titillation, I would expect a male point-of-view to dominate, as it does in modern pornography.” Miranda was encouraged to see that her audience listened attentively and gave due consideration to her points.

“Secondly, these tales are full of real-world details and commentary that would be superfluous and even distracting in fictional erotica. The protagonists discuss social issues such as poverty, child abuse, oppression of the lower classes, things that can only detract from a work intended as escapist fantasy. Even a hack pornographer knows better than to mention the unpleasant or the mundane, illegitimate pregnancies, unpaid bills, rising damp. Yet references to such items are common in the corpus.

“Finally, I find in many of these writings a thoughtfulness that conflicts with the conventions of the pornographic genre. The narrators are engaged in a wide variety of sexual activities, which are described in vivid and provocative detail. At the same time, in many cases, they reflect on their own desires and behaviors, sometimes justifying themselves in the face of the official morality, sometimes castigating themselves for weakness and sinfulness. Either way, there is a psychological depth that would be redundant in fictional erotica.”

“So, what you are saying,” interposed Mark with a grin, “is that a fictional character would simply go ahead and bugger his maid, whereas an individual writing a clandestine diary would spend some time and effort wondering why he wanted to bugger his maid, before he got around to actually doing it?”

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On June 16th, I will randomly select one grand-prize winner who’ll get a $10 gift certificate, plus two runner-ups who can choose any ebook from my indie back list.

About The Author

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter.

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“It’s My New Favourite” #MFRWHooks #MFRWsteam #MFRWauthor #MFRWorg

A Steam Hop Post

Instead of the Book Hooks train, I’m climbing on board the Steam Hop this month. Here you’ll find a steamy teaser (this one’s a solid M rating) from You Can’t Hurry Love and, beneath that, links to other awesome writers’ spicy stuff!

To set the scene: Charlie and Sara, whose animosity has faded, have just been subtly flirting with each other over dinner, and Charlie’s followed Sara to the bathrooms to confront her about how brazen she’s been (as he still assumes she’d never actually want him).

Steamy Excerpt:

“Why?” she echoed, incredulous. “You need to ask why a woman would be throwing herself at you?”

“Under normal circumstances, no…” he pulled out of her space a fraction to scratch the back of his neck. “But it’s you.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks reddened and her expression was once again guarded, and he realised too late that she had misinterpreted his words.

“No, wait!” He prevented her from abandoning the conversation by planting his hands on either side of her. However, despite the brutish action of practically boxing her in place, his words were soft and vulnerable. “I just meant…well, I didn’t think you’d be interested in me, considering our history.”

It was her turn to search his gaze for honesty. After a few moments, she rolled her eyes and reeled him in by his tie. “You’re an idiot,” she declared, before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

He could taste the remnants of the last sips of her wine as their tongues met, and he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss, his hands slipping from the wall to travel down her sides, landing at her hips. Immediately, he recalled the feel of her hand on his thigh, taunting him, and he pressed the evidence of his growing arousal into her, causing her to gasp.

She took control, sidestepping and fumblingly guiding them towards the accessible bathroom. They parted as she got the door open and they tumbled inside the tiled room, shutting and locking the door behind them. Then she was on him again, mouthing at his neck, up near his ear, while her nimble, long fingers moved to his belt buckle.

“You…in this suit…” Sara murmured against his neck, her ‘s’s turning sibilant with her whispering, “so hot. You need to wear suits more often.”

“I’ll make a note of that,” he agreed, now taking fistfuls of the material of her dress –thankfully stretchy and flexible– on either side of her hips, pulling it upwards.

Charlie didn’t stop to think too hard on where they were or what they were doing, or that someone in their party might come looking for them if they were gone too long. He was far too invested in pursuing this completely unexpected side of Sara and their connection. He hadn’t felt chemistry like this with anyone in years.

And now was certainly not the time to ponder whether his subconscious had been ahead of the program, or if that might have been a contributing factor to his less than stellar love life.

Having unbuckled his belt, she’d moved on to popping the button above his fly, and it wasn’t long before his pants were completely undone and around his ankles.

At least the tiles at his feet were clean. Thank God this was an upscale restaurant and not some dingy pub!

“Well, hello,” she purred, wrapping her hand around his still clothed erection. He sucked in a breath. “You know, if your brother is half as gifted in this department as you are, I can see why Gemma’s always so keen to spend time with him.”

He snorted, squeezing the top of her ass beneath his fistfuls of fabric. “Could we not mention my brother or his cock right now? You’re kind of killing the mood here, love.”

She rolled her eyes, undeterred. “I was giving you a compliment.”

He decided he wasn’t going to belabor the point. Not with her hand wrapped around him, stroking him through his boxer briefs. Instead, he dipped his head, muttering, “You’re a bloody tease,” with warmth before their lips reconnected. He wanted to complain when her hand released him, but she brought both of her arms around his neck as the kiss intensified.

Knowing they had limited time, he shuffled her towards the basin, thanking as many deities as he could imagine that there was a proper built-in marble vanity unit on the wall instead of a plain sink. Another upside to being in a posh restaurant. 

Sara squealed into his mouth as he lifted her with ease and set her down on the bench. “It’s cold,” she complained as he hushed her.

Arching an eyebrow, he released the bunched-up material of her dress and slid his hands under her to encounter smooth skin.

“No underwear?” he asked in a voice tighter than he’d have liked. 

She smirked. “G-string. This dress clings a bit.”

Biting back a groan of appreciation, Charlie nodded, “I’d noticed.” He slipped his hands further under her, squeezing as he shifted his hips forward, “It’s my new favourite.”

“I’ll make a note of that,” she echoed his earlier words back at him, drawing her arms back down from around his neck to tug at the band of his underwear, releasing him completely. 

He retaliated by bringing his right hand around to slide aside the tiny scrap of lace masquerading as the front of her panties. He was beyond delighted to find her wet for him, and eagerly slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a moan that reverberated off the tiles surrounding them.

He chuckled. “Shush, or we’ll be caught.”

Charlie couldn’t help but feel like a teenager as he said the words. This wasn’t like anything he’d done before. Generally, he was rather straitlaced. Rhett had been the scoundrel, and he’d been the ‘by the book’ kid. The thrill of potentially getting caught was an aphrodisiac on its own.

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WIP it. WIP it Good. #MFRWHooks #MFRWauthor #MFRWorg

A Book Hooks Blog Hop Post

I loved my ride on the Book Hooks train (hosted by the wonderful MFRW blog) so much that I’m doing it again. This time I’m sharing a completely unedited section of an untitled WIP, and I’m still linking you up with some posts written by some other awesome romance authors.

So, the below excerpt is taken from a short steamy contemporary romance piece I’ve been working on.

To set the scene: MFC (Frankie) was locked out of her apartment and the neighbour’s kid, Zephyr, produced a lock-pick set and let her in… then stuck around and had dinner while his Dad was at work. That’s where this next bit picks up.

Excerpt:

“Dad!” The kid pushed his chair back and raced through the living room and down the short hallway. Frankie followed him, wanting to make sure he wasn’t going to get into trouble. Zephyr swung her front door open at the same time as a man exited the apartment next door.

“Zephyr Martin Hollows!” The man -tall, dark haired and dark eyed, with a matching dark beard- reprimanded, his concern and fear palpable. He stormed towards them, and Frankie swallowed convulsively. 

Zephyr’s dad was hot

As he neared, she could see streaks of silver around his temples and in his beard, and laugh lines creased the skin beside his dark brown eyes. He wore fitted jeans and a red plaid shirt across broad shoulders, fulfilling any number of lumberjack fantasies she might secretly harbour. 

“Dad!” Zephyr shot forward, throwing his arms around the man’s waist. 

“What the hell, Zee?” 

Oh, God, he’s got an accent, too. Frankie felt her knees go weak. American? It explained referring to Zephyr as ‘Zee’ instead of ‘Zed’, really. 

“Sorry, Dad, I-“

“I was so worried.”

Canadian, Frankie decided, with the way the man drew out his ‘o’s giving him away. 

Zephyr nodded and squeezed his dad tighter, before he gestured back in Frankie’s direction. “I know. I’m sorry, but Frankie was locked out and then she made me dinner to thank me for letting her in.”

Her mouth went dry as Zephyr’s father finally noticed her. He narrowed his gaze and looked her up and down, and she felt as though she was coming up lacking in his estimation. Her face was free of makeup, she was wearing her casual Friday getup of faded jeans and a polo shirt, and her red hair was currently untamed around her face.

Still, she cleared her throat and stuck out her hand. “Frankie Jessop,” she introduced herself, exhaling in relief as he took her hand and gave it a shake. She was most certainly not focusing on how warm his palm felt against hers, or wondering about the calluses on his skin. “And I’d still be sitting on the floor outside my door if Zephyr hadn’t found me. You should be proud. He’s a good kid…and somehow insanely skilled with a lockpick.”

The hard expression on the guy’s face smoothed out a little, only to be replaced by exasperation. He shifted to look at his son. “You know you’re not allowed to use my kits, Zee.” Turning back to Frankie, he ran a hand through his hair, his fingers catching in the tight curls. “Brett Hollows,” he introduced himself, sounding chagrined, “and I’m not a criminal, if you’re wondering why I’ve got those tools just lying around. I’m a locksmith.”

She couldn’t help the burst of near hysterical laughter that escaped her. “Sorry,” she brushed away a couple of tears of laughter. “Earlier tonight I wasn’t sure I’d find one locksmith. Fate’s just given me two.”

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A Book Hooks Blog Hop Post

I’m jumping on board the Book Hooks train (hosted by the wonderful MFRW blog) to share an excerpt from my new release, You Can’t Hurry Love, and to link you up with some excerpts to some other awesome romance authors.

The below excerpt is taken from Chapter Three. At this point, Charlie’s just had to suffer through an attempt at a deep & meaningful conversation about his (admittedly repressed) feelings and then Sara enters.

I just loved having this pair quietly -and sometimes not so quietly- get under each other’s skin. They were so much fun to play with!

Excerpt:

“Just know that you can change your mind about it at any time, yeah?” Everett nudged his shoulder. “It won’t make you any less of a man, you stubborn git.”

Before Charlie could respond, a familiar, obnoxious voice cut in with a laugh. “That’s assuming he’s man enough to begin with.” Sara sauntered into the room, dropping a handful of shopping bags onto the floor beside the kitchen bench. She hopped up to sit on the granite surface, crossing her long legs at the ankle and chirping, “What are we talking about, anyway?”

From between gritted teeth, Charlie responded, “Nothing that concerns you, princess.” His spirits rose at the expression of distaste which flitted across her face. For some reason she despised the moniker, and so he used it frequently.

“Alright children,” Everett interrupted, narrowing his gaze at Charlie, “behave.” He stood up and crossed the room to greet Gemma with a kiss. “Did you lovely ladies enjoy your day?”

It was Jeff who answered, striding in arm-in-arm with their mother. “We did, thanks. It was just what the doctor ordered.”

“That massage was heavenly,” Beatrice agreed. “Worked out all the kinks from that Godawful flight.”

Charlie stretched his neck from side to side at the reminder. “I shoulda’ gone with you, then.”

Sara muttered something that was likely uncomplimentary under her breath, but, at Everett’s disapproving glower, Charlie bit his tongue. He was unused to this dynamic: previously, he’d been the one delivering looks like that in response to Rhett’s antics. He didn’t particularly appreciate being on the receiving end.

“How’d Zoe go?” Gemma asked. Charlie could tell she was attempting to change the topic, too, if the glare she’d sent Sara was anything to go by.

It was still strange to watch his brother switch completely into daddy mode. Everett grinned at his girlfriend. “We went to the park, came home and she tried some pureed sweet potato – she’s a fan, by the way.” At six months old, they were starting to introduce solids. How did Charlie know this? They’d regaled him and his mother with the information over dinner the previous night. His mum had lapped it up. Charlie had been bored as fuck. “And then she had a bottle and went down for her nap without any issues.”

With his mother cooing at his brother, Charlie did his best not to roll his eyes, but let his mind drift. He loved his niece, but he wasn’t all that concerned by the minutiae of dealing with an infant. Glancing around the room, his gaze landed on Sara. Still perched on the kitchen bench, she was examining her fingernails, clearly just as interested in the conversation taking place as he was. 

Look at that, he thought to himself with droll amusement, we’ve got something in common after all.

The moment was broken as she sensed his stare and looked up to catch him observing her. Her eyes rolled and she made a shooing motion with her perfectly manicured talons, which, he noted, were painted a vivid, cherry red. He flipped her off and looked away, wishing he could point out what a cliché she was.

Vapid cow.

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