Did he touch you? Hurt you?" Jeb whispers in the silence.
"No. He was a gentleman."
Jeb frowns. "You mean a gentleroach .

A.G. Howard

Mots clés jeb alyssa splintered

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I need to get to that tea party and wake up the guests."
Jeb looks at me. "And how are you supposed to do that? Give a magical kiss to the half-baked hatmaker?

A.G. Howard

Mots clés jeb alyssa splintered

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Jeb releases my fingers and cups my face in his hands, barely touching me, like I'm breakable. "It's me I'm losing control of. Hundreds of sketches, and I still can't get enough of your face." He traces the dimple in my chin with his thumb. "Your neck." His palm moves along my throat. "Your..." Both hands find my waist and drag me off the table so we're standing toe to toe. " I'm not wasting another second drawing you," he whispers against my lips, "when I can touch you instead." He presses his mouth to mine.

A.G. Howard

Mots clés jeb splintered a-g-howard

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You can put me down now," I grump.

"I don't know. It's a lot easier to save your ass when I have it riding on my shoulder.

A.G. Howard

Mots clés jeb alyssa ag-howard

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Ari!" Jeb had finally seen his son. He rushed to Ari's side and knelt next to him. Looking stunned, he gathered Ari's hulking form and held him to his chest. "I'm so sorry." I saw his mouth shape the words, though I couldn't hear them. "I'm so sorry." He bent over Ari's form, mindless of his vulnerable position.

James Patterson

Mots clés emotion sad feelings max sorry jeb expire ari

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