More like a chocolate molten lava cake. A dessert so sinful, so luscious, so filled with inner heat it made a girl want to lick each and every crumb right off the plate. That was Jack Pallas. — Julie James Copy Share Image
“I have to be honest, I’m not exactly impressed with your case,” she said, cutting him off. “All you’ve got is a sporadic string… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“I think we need a little more rallying around the dumpee. If you were a woman and I’d told you that the third guy… — Julie James Copy Share Image
J.D. cleared his throat and pushed the button on the intercom. “Uh, Payton, hi. It’s J.D.” Dead silence. Then another crackle. “Sorry. Not interested.”… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“Sidney gestured to the chair he’d just helped himself to. “What are you doing?” He looked at her as if this was obvious. “Starting… — Julie James Copy Share Image
He didn't care whose league Jordan was in. All that mattered was that she was his. — Julie James Copy Share Image
“Why did Jason lie about Naomi?” Jeremy cleared his throat nervously. “Oh. That . Um . . . well, you know, uh . .… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“(Vaughn said)"I'm serious. There was a speech and everything. She told me that I run around with my 'obviously healthy ego' and compared me… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“Davis spun back around, with a nod at Wilkins. “You know, I think Merriam-Webster here is right, Jack—you do have a glowering way about… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“Taylor’s dating Scott Casey ?” He began to laugh. He held up one hand, clutching his side with the other. “Wait, wait.” He gasped… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“BACHELOR NUMBER ONE IS A NO-GO, she texted Trish. HE TALKED TOO MUCH. Within seconds, Trish texted back. ISN’T TALKING A GOOD THING ON… — Julie James Copy Share Image
