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1 " She raised up on her tip-toes and pecked him lightly on the cheek. Whew. That wasn't so bad. Quick and painless. No reaction. No sense of attraction whatsoever. Like kissing her uncle. Almost. Except Uncle Henry had always smelled like tobacco and Sawyer, on the other hand, smelled of a unique combination of fresh soap, tropical sea air, and hot author. She needed to get out of there. "
― Jennifer Shirk , A Match for Mr. Write (Resort to Romance)
2 " He looked over her head and frowned. “Hold on just a second.” “What?” “You need to kiss me goodbye.” Her stomach flipped. “K—kiss you? Where?” He gave her a deadpan look. “Honey, never ask a man a question like that. "
3 " From what he could observe so far, Blade seemed to be just her type. Sawyer couldn’t stand the guy. "
4 " She wears her emotions on her face like hookers wear makeup. "