Ugh! Talking to the…

“Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them stuck. Lots…

— Tracy Brogan

“I must have looked like a zombie when I opened the door. Tyler literally recoiled when he saw me, and then he chuckled. “You…

— Tracy Brogan

“You’ll find the balance you need as soon as you let go of how you think things should be and accept them as they…

— Tracy Brogan

“most of the guys Emily dealt with these days were subcontractors who wore tool belts and cargo pants and suffered from chronic ass-crack reveal.”

— Tracy Brogan

“A crooked old man had been playing solitaire in there with an actual deck of cards when she and Chloe had arrived. Emily estimated…

— Tracy Brogan

“He winked at me over her head, causing my bra to try and unclasp itself in sweet surrender.”

— Tracy Brogan

“Finally, the judge from Ypsilanti”

— Tracy Brogan

“Apparently while I was reading The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating, he’d read The Guide to Dating a Complete Idiot.”

— Tracy Brogan

“she caught a glimpse of flat, tan abdomen, and suddenly she didn’t need coffee. She needed smelling salts.”

— Tracy Brogan

“We can’t control events in our life, Sadie. Sometimes we can’t even control our reactions. But the harder we fight against the waves, the…

— Tracy Brogan

“Siri, what’s a femme fatale?” Chloe asked her phone. “It’s a dishonest woman who uses feminine wiles to manipulate men,” Emily responded just as…

— Tracy Brogan

“He turned his head to look at her, trying to think of ways to plead his case. Some way to dazzle and beguile her…

— Tracy Brogan

“Drunk puzzle night had been a little too much fun.”

— Tracy Brogan

“popcorn, with Jordan fast on her heels. They sprinted into the dense growth of the overburdened flower beds and began running zigzag patterns around…

— Tracy Brogan

“Life had a way of shifting under her feet like quicksand and she had learned to just make the best of it. Like Gigi…

— Tracy Brogan