DEAR JANE is a funny, laugh-out-loud yet sexy romantic read!
For some reason, Jane Dixon couldn’t get a second date. All her first dates end in disaster. So, she was happy when colleague Eric Blackwell says that any guy would be ecstatic to get a date with her and promised to set her up with his friends. Too bad Eric himself didn’t seem to be interested.
Eric is more than interested, but there’s a non-fraternization clause at the office, plus, Jane seem to see him only as a friend…
I love the story’s slow build-up, how Eric and Jane became friends even as Eric sets her up on dates, and the “debriefing” after each date, which was hilarious. And then, I love how hot they are together, how their chemistry just sizzled. All is not smooth sailing, but I love what Eric did to win her back. Marissa Clarke is a new-to-me author, and I’m definitely watching out for her next books!
“Who are you talking to?”
“You do that a lot.”
“I know. I’m the only one who understands me.”
“You’re my favorite way to pass the time. But time stands still when you’re on my mind.”
“Silence is kind of awkward, don’t you think?” he said.
Oh. Or not. “No. I’m okay with silence. We’re in a library after all. This is the birthplace of silence.”
“The library is the birthplace of silence?” David asked.
“All the words are being used by the books. When I was little, that’s what I used to think. That people were told to be quiet so that all their words didn’t get stolen by the books. I thought books needed words to exist. Well, obviously they do, but I thought they needed spoken words. Yeah … I was always weird.”
“And here I thought libraries were quiet because people were trying to study,” David whispered.
“That might be another explanation.”
She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low.
Being sexy was exhausting.
She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest.
“I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It’s going to be the best hate sex I’ve ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.” Continue reading
“God, I love you.”
Lainie lifted her hands and laid them over his, linking their fingers. “Do you?”
“More today than yesterday.” He tilted her chin up with his thumbs. “More now than an hour ago. By the time I die at ninety of a sex-induced heart attack, I expect I’ll love you in a way I can’t even comprehend.”