“Behind me, Eaden cleared his throat. “Rachel?” He was holding open the door of a sleek, tiny black sports car, the kind I didn’t know the name of, but recognized as expensive. He looked amused at the way my mouth… — Georgia Bell Copy Share Image
“Behind me, Eaden cleared his throat. “Rachel?” He was holding open the door of a sleek, tiny black sports car, the kind I didn’t… — Georgia Bell Copy Share Image
“I was not gentle on my books. I read while I ate, I read in the bathtub. At night, I rolled over on top… — Georgia Bell Copy Share Image
“There was something about the possession of a book that was important to me. Owning it gave me proprietary rights on the story. It… — Georgia Bell Copy Share Image
