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Also by this author: Last First Kiss, Right Wrong Guy, IT HAPPENED ON LOVE STREET
Published by Avon Impulse Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romance
series set in the mountains of Northern California
cabin. When a headstrong beauty bursts in, Wilder finds himself craving the
fire she ignites in him, but letting anyone near his darkness would be a mistake.
bookstore, her peaceful existence is up-ended by a fascinating but damaged man.
Quinn is determined to not to be scared off by Wilder, not once she’s experienced the heat of his passions.
Necks were underrated female geography. He loved how they tasted when he kissed them there, how they smelled as he nuzzled. Equally fascinating was her lush mouth, how the corner remained quirked on one side despite the natural pout, as if in perpetual secret amusement. This woman was bright, spunky, and happy, despite her father’s miserable situation. His heart sank. He had nothing to offer someone like her, not when his whole world had burned to a cinder.
He shook himself inwardly, not moving a muscle. No point succumbing to the ugly truth, however true. Maybe he could pretend to be a normal guy for the night. Normal except for the scars, the missing leg, and the fact he hadn’t spoken to a living soul since Sawyer dropped off his groceries six days ago, and was tongue-tied around strangers at the best of times.
Shit.
What would Archer do? His younger brother was good with people, especially the ladies. He’d navigate this situation like a pro. She gave him a tentative smile, probably because he was staring at her like a loon.
Compliments. Women like compliments. “Your teeth are real white,” Wilder blurted. Goddamn it, the words hung over them like a comic strip balloon. He wished for a string to grab on to, so he could stuff the idiocy back into his mouth, swallow it down. “Excuse me?” Her shoulders jerked as her lips clamped, clearly not anticipating the awkward flattery. At least he hadn’t said how much he liked her neck. Yet.
Damn, this was a mistake. He wasn’t good with people. Didn’t like people. Didn’t need people.
Quinn Higsby’s List of Coolest Bookstores
Quinn Higsy, heroine of Best Worst Mistake, is an unabashed book junkie. She knows all bookstores are cool…but some are cooler than others. Here’s a peek at just a few bookstores from her travel bucket list.
One of the world’s most gorgeous bookstores, this hundred-year-old building filled with stained glass, sweeping staircases, an ornate ceilings almost make reading a distraction.
Boekhandel Dominicanen, Netherlands
About as close as a bookworm gets to heaven, this store is a converted Cathedral built in the 13th century.
Portland, Oregon is home of the world’s largest bookstore, Powell’s City of Books. Open 365 days a year, it takes up an entire city block and features dozens of author events every month.
This Manhattan bookstore has a giant catalog of 2.5 million titles (that’s 18 miles of book) but the real draw card is the Rare Book Room. This room is open to the public and the place to go if you’re wallet is feeling fat and you’d like a first edition copy of Gone with the Wind or a copy of Alice in Wonderland illustrated by Salvador Dali.
Foyles Bookshop, England
With a bright, new flagship store, this London icon has free Wi-Fi, over 80,000 titles to choose from and one of the most diverse browsing selections in all of Europe.
As a bookworm myself….these are fascinating!!
overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling XXXX with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.A British literature fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward
Rochester as her fictional boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn’t mind.
Much. When not torturing heroes (because c’mon, who doesn’t love a good
tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic hot springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.
