“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“He winked at me over her head, causing my bra to try and unclasp itself in sweet surrender.” — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“Apparently while I was reading The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating, he’d read The Guide to Dating a Complete Idiot.” — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“she caught a glimpse of flat, tan abdomen, and suddenly she didn’t need coffee. She needed smelling salts.” — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“He turned his head to look at her, trying to think of ways to plead his case. Some way to dazzle and beguile her and make her glad that it was him she was here with. Something witty and persuasive, but she turned at precisely the same moment he did, with invitation in her eyes, and all he could come… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share
