“My voice becomes breathless, words slipping from my lips without a worry or thought. “Just when I think you can’t amaze me… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Her hands comb through the back of my hair gently. “When did you know?” I smile. “The first time you let me… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Later—about halfway through the same meeting—do you know what she does? She fucking kicks me! In the shin, under the table. “Hmph,”… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Logan opens his beautiful brown eyes and sparkling drops of water cling to his heavy, dark lashes. And his voice is clear… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“She’s nothing like we were at her age.” “I know.” I reply, bewildered. “Every responsibility I give her, every duty—she absorbs like… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I sigh. Because love is all around me. And I’m Ms. Lonely. And then my gaze is moving . . . I… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Holy shit.” She blinks, looking out the car window at the crowd. “Welcome to my world.” I wink. “Hey, Lo, when are… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Logan?” I’m so distracted by my musings, I miss her speaking my name, and for a bit, I don’t say anything at… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Ellie . . .,” I point towards the palace. “Go to your room.” Pathetic. Her eyes sparkle. “Do you want to come… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Well, then we’re a perfect fit, ’cause you’re a first-class bitch most of the time.” Fire dances in her eyes as she… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Delores points at me. And now she looks pissed. “That, I believe. Fucking prick.” She holds her hands up. “But it’s okay.… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“The door opens, and Logan is holding out his hand to me. When I touch him, when I slide my hand into… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“You don’t understand.” He opens the drawer at the bedside table and takes out a frame, staring at it—talking to it, more… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“You’re always doing this” she whispers. “Doing what?” “Saving me.” I smile, just a bit. “I don’t mind.” “Because it’s your job?”… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“What was awesome?” Lady Sarah Von Titebottum, Prince Henry’s fiancée, asks as she walks into the foyer, up to Henry’s side. Henry… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Ding! Lady Elizabeth Figgles. Her father’s a viscount and a member of Parliament, and she’s also Sam Berkinshire’s—an old schoolmate and one… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’m taking her to The Horny Goat, Agent St. James, not charging into battle. You and the rest of security are welcome… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“While Olivia takes care of business, I approach my brother, leaning against the wall beside him, arms crossed. “Congratulations,” he says, sulking.… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I glance around the set—everyone is buzzing like worker bees getting ready for the shot. Cordelia’s getting primped and powdered by a… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Lady Sarah steps in, wearing her nightclothes under a fluffy ivory robe and a chastising expression. Behind her glasses, her eyes narrow… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I pull back and tell him, “You’re amazing.” He gives me a soft smirk. “That is the general consensus.” I smile. “And… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’ve kept a tally of the alcohol Ellie’s consumed—three martinis at the dinner reception and four whiskeys neat at the pub. She… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“The moment we walk into the suite, Tommy descends on us. “The Queen’s on the line. On Skype, Your Grace.” Anxiety rings… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I had the most ridiculous dream.” I point at my brother. “You were there.” I point at Simon beside him. “And you.”… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“You’re like a Boy Scout, huh?” It’s my attempt at flirting—probably only slightly less effective than Dirty Dancing’s “I carried a watermelon.”… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Hey—we have a problem. You have some unexpected guests down at the gate. You should go check it out.” Guests? Who would… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“But there’s never been anyone? Really?” Sarah shrugs. “Penny and I were tutored at home when we were young . . .… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Sarah sits up and reaches over, plucking a string on my guitar. It’s propped against the nightstand on her side of the… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“The front door is locked—what’s up with that?” “Logan fixed the lock,” I tell her. Her bright red, heart-shaped mouth smiles. “Good… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Christ, I’m tired. I need sleep. I need peace. I need for my balls to not be so blue they’re practically purple.… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Mr. Haverstrom closes the door, leaving Patrick and me alone in the hallway. Pat smiles slickly, leaning in toward me. I step… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“They will eat him alive. On his current course, Henry will fail spectacularly.” My chest constricts so tight it feels like my… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I prop my guitar up against the nightstand. Then I turn toward the bed and fall into it face first. The mattress… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Henry slides his hand into her hair and brings her face to his. “Go in the back with Logan and Ellie. I… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Out of nowhere the lovely woman in question appears beside me, standing between our bar stools. “What’s going on? What is this?”… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I got my grade back.” I slip the paper out of my pocket, holding it up. “I aced it.” And for the… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“After we say our pleasantries, we disconnect and I close the screen. I boil in silence, until Henry speaks. “So…what’s new?” And… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Our eyes finally meet—he’s still staring at me, lips parted. And I can’t get a read on his expression. As the moments… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I sit in the center row of the SUV, fuming on the way back to the hotel. “Can I offer you a… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“In record time, I’m out of the shower, hair dripping, my T-shirt sticking to my still-damp body, running out the door to… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Fine’s a funny word, don’t you think? I don’t think there’s another like it in the English language that says so much while actually… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“And for God's sake, don't let her watch Cinderella. What kind of example is that? A mindless twit who can't even remember where she… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I AM ALL ABOUT SELF-DETERMINATION. Will. Control. I determine my path in life. I decide my failures and successes. Screw fate. Destiny can kiss… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’m going to fight to prove to you that this is real. That I’m not going anywhere and that what I feel for you… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“As she starts to speak, my mind is suddenly filled with every hot-teacher fantasy I’ve ever had. They’re playing out in my mind right… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Self-doubts are like weeds; if you don't deal with them right away, they multiply. And before you know it, your garden looks like a… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I prop my guitar up against the nightstand. Then I turn toward the bed and fall into it face first. The mattress is soft… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t much matter what you say when you’re screwing anyway. Or how you do it. Slow and gentle or fast and violent—it’s the… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’ll never get tired of looking at her. Or kissing her. Pussy whipped, thy name is Drew. Yeah I know. It’s okay. I don’t… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’m taking her to The Horny Goat, Agent St. James, not charging into battle. You and the rest of security are welcome to accompany… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“As the bills fall into the jar, Alexandra takes her hand. “Come on Mackenzie, let’s go to the American Girl store and spend some… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
