After The Night

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She was shaking her head before he’d finished speaking, the movement making the sleek bell of her hair swing about her face. “You wouldn’t do something like that,” she said with absolute conviction. “Any more than you would have left me the first note.” Women were always complications, bless their perverse little hearts. A man didn’t even have to marry a woman to lose his bachelorhood; all he had to do was be in a somewhat steady relationship with her, and he’d find himself structuring his free time to accommodate her. And God forbid you actually move in with a steady girlfriend; you might as well get married. He knew, because he’d tried all the variations: married, not married but living together, steady dating, semi-steady dating … it all boiled down to the same thing, meshing their lives together.". Slowly Yolanda shook her head. “I hoped, at first, but. . . no, he never wrote, or called.” Her lips trembled, and she looked at Faith with anguish stark on her face. “My God,” she whispered, “I loved him so.” Worst of all I felt like Jaclyn and Eric were pushed together by the author. It didn't read as something that naturally happened between them. I felt no spark and chemistry for their relationship. Okay, Eric think that Jaclyn is classy lady with long legs...but is that all he sees in her?? There must be hundreds of women who fit the bill. What Jaclyn saw in Eric?

Ugh omg don't even get me started on Gray and the officer's reactions to fourteen year old Faith. I felt so incredibly disgusted and uncomfortable at this twenty-two year old getting all hot and bothered and having a sexual reaction to a god damn fourteen year old!! Are you f'ing kidding me. I felt so creeped out every single time Gray thought about fourteen year old Faith and just ugh... Gray was caring and protective of those he loved. Even though he knew he should hate Faith, he always felt a magnetic attraction to her, which made him see her in a light that is far from all the hatred and anger he felt.

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He gave her the cup, and sat down again in his original position, close enough to touch. She was more adept than anyone else at reading his face, and something in his expression must have alarmed her, because she launched into one of those deflecting maneuvers of hers. “I used to drink coffee with loads of sugar, but Mr. Gresham is diabetic. He said that it was easier to give up everything sweet than to fool with artificial sweeteners, so there wasn’t anything in the house to use. They would have bought it for me if I’d asked, but I didn’t want to impose—” Why would that aggravate someone so much that they’d send her a note like this, and leave a dead cat in the mailbox?” The sexual tension was off the charts. The best way to describe the sexy time in this book: RAW SENSUALITY. She averted her head, staring stonily out the window. “It didn’t take long for you to come up with that angle,” she retorted.

Oh, only if it's a woman though. Not a man. Because we all know that a woman seeing a man furiously angry and out of control brings out different feelings in us. Fear. Yes, we need to be afraid of an angry man, but angry women are sexy and cute. I’d planned on doing the first." He stood and trailed a long forefinger down her cheek. "There’s no way in hell I’ll do the last." Unlike Nora Robert's Bride Quintet, Veil of Night shows a truer face of the perils a wedding planner faces. This book is hot, darkly humorous and has a great suspense plot to boot. As she eliminated each person from her list of suspects, the tower of motive leaned more and more toward Gray. Logically, she could see it. Emotionally, the idea met with total rejection. Not Gray. Not Gray! She couldn’t believe it; she wouldn’t believe it. The man she knew was capable of going to extraordinary lengths to protect those he loved, but cold-blooded murder wasn’t one of them.You’re really frightened, aren’t you?” he asked gently, hunkering down in front of her and taking one of her hands in his. Her fingers were icy, despite the steamy heat of the day. “Where is it?” No, I wasn’t. I’m still not.” Gray’s hard mouth curved into a humorless smile. “But threatening notes and dead cats aren’t my style. I fight my battles out in the open.” She shook her head. “No. All I saw was the cat.” A shudder rippled through her body, making the glass tremble in her hand. This is one of the better books I’ve read in quite some time. I enjoyed myself, I loved the romance, and I loved the fact that it’s romantic suspense without it being graphically descriptive of the murder that’s happened as part of the plot line.