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Review: Hurts To Love You by Alisha Rai

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Well-behaved women don’t lust after men who love to misbehave.  Heiress Evangeline Chandler knows how to keep a secret . . . like her life-long crush on the tattooed hottie who just happens to be her big brother’s friend. She’s a Chandler, after all, and Chandlers don’t hook up with the help. Then again, they also don’t disobey their fathers and quit their respectable jobs, so good-girl rules may no longer apply. Gabriel Hunter hides the pain of his past behind a smile, but he can’t hide his sudden attraction to his friend’s sheltered little sister. Eve is far too sweet to accept anything less than forever and there’s no chance of a future between the son of a housekeeper and the town’s resident princess. When a wedding party forces Eve and Gabe into tight quarters, keeping their hands off each other will be as hard as keeping their clothes on. The need that draws them together is stronger than the forces that should shove them apart . . . but their sparks may not survive the...

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She inhaled one last time, savoring the hint of Old Spice and the forest. He didn't just look like a lumberjack! He smelled like one too. Heart Eyes. Hurts to Love You ~~Alisha Rai

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“Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell.” Feversong by Karen Marie Moning

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“What kind of half-assed apocalypse are they running down there?” Amos said. “Give ’em a break. It’s their first.”

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  Love is funny. Even though you don't have that person anymore, you still have the feeling. You don't lose your love. You lost the tangible, tactile, sense-sational ability to experience the person or animal you lost.   Grief is all about not being able to touch anymore. Not being able to use your senses to experience them on a physical level. They've moved beyond an impenetrable veil, beyond your hands and mouth and eyes. High Voltage by Karen Marie Moning.