After The Night

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Finding a quality man like this who considers women "pieces of ass" is tough, but we have one here. He sees a woman at a bar and figures she MUST be either meeting a date or looking to get laid, because a woman having a drink at a bar has to be looking for a man. Unlike men. They can go to bars to watch the game, sit alone, maybe chat with other guys without anyone thinking anything about it. But women. Well, we all know how women are.... damn, he liked the way she looked with fire in her eyes. The cool lady could be pushed out of control, and he bet that would be a lot of fun. Gray can’t help the attraction he feels for Faith. At the age of fourteen she possessed unmatched beauty; as a grown woman she’s gorgeous, but she’s the image of her mother and reminds Gray of the pain heaped on his family. Still, he can’t help himself; can’t stop pursuing her to the point of obsession. Even though I wanted Gray and Faith together, I was happy she didn’t just fall for him or let her guard down even though she was wildly attracted to him. I love a smart heroine! Faith kept her goals in place, and her resolve meant that Gray had work to prove himself, to gain her trust. Their romance was hot, lusty, and tumultuous, and I loved every battle they fought! Here you go, then.” The girl pulled out an enormous book, easily three by two feet, but she handled it easily as she placed it on the table. “We have to seal the maps in plastic and put them in the book,” she explained. “If we don’t, they get stolen.”

It's too little for you," Faith replied, and was fiercely glad that it was. Gray had liked her shirt, had touched it, and she wasn't about to give it up. He gave her the cup, and sat down again in his original position, close enough to touch. She was more adept than anyone else at reading his face, and something in his expression must have alarmed her, because she launched into one of those deflecting maneuvers of hers. “I used to drink coffee with loads of sugar, but Mr. Gresham is diabetic. He said that it was easier to give up everything sweet than to fool with artificial sweeteners, so there wasn’t anything in the house to use. They would have bought it for me if I’d asked, but I didn’t want to impose—”

She averted her head, staring stonily out the window. “It didn’t take long for you to come up with that angle,” she retorted. Can you imagine,” Yolanda finally said, her voice soft, “what it’s like to be married for twenty years, to love your husband and be perfectly satisfied in bed—and then find out that you had no idea what passion could be? Guy was . . . God, I can’t tell you what Guy was like as a lover. He made me scream, he made me feel and do things I didn’t—I only meant it to be that one time. But we stayed there the whole afternoon, making love. Gray looked down, too, and saw what he had missed the first time. “Shit. There’s no postage mark. It was on top of her other mail, so I thought it had been mailed, too.”

At the age of fourteen she had literally been thrown out into the night like a piece of trash, and she had lived with that pain ever since. I'm in love with Gray and Faith.❤ I absolutely loved their banter and their enemies-to-lovers story. There is a mystery that connects them to their ugly past. It was easy to guess who the culprit was, but the romance is the most enjoyable aspect of this amazing book. 💕 my first book by this author and definitely won't be the last. I didn’t tell Lowell. Telling him would have ended my revenge, and I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t stop seeing Guy. We met at least once a week, if I could manage it. Then he left.” She glanced at Faith, as if gauging the effect of her next sentence. “With your mother. When I heard, I cried for a week. And then I told Lowell. She shook her head, then realized he couldn’t see her over the phone. Her silence must have made him think the answer was yes, though, because he said soothingly, “Just throw something at it; it’ll scat.”She had been on her way to town for yet another factfinding mission, this time to try having a word with Yolanda Foster, so there was a certain irony to the timing of the note’s appearance. After a moment’s consideration, she decided that she was still going to try. If the writer wanted her to take the threat seriously, he or she would have to be more specific. The youngest Devlin boy was retarded. Gray had only seen him once or twice, and each time he had been clinging to the youngest girl's legs -- what was her name, damn it? Something he'd thought a minute ago had reminded him of it. Fay? Fay with the fey eyes? No, it was something else, but like that -- Faith. That was it. Funny name for a Devlin, since neither Amos nor Renee was the least bit religious. The suspense element was okay. You knew pretty early who done it. I would have expected more red herrings concerning the others involved in planning the wedding, the caterer, the seamstress etc. The blurb on the book made it seem as if since everyone hated her, there would be many suspects. The police were shown solving the murder and a lot of the scenes revolved around their work, but it wasn't to the level of a police procedural novel written by people who specialize in that sort of fiction.

Faith didn’t think, she reacted instinctively. When the violent retching had stopped, she reached out blindly for the telephone. Grayson Rouillard (34), was an alluring and mean a-hole. Rich, tall and handsome he was the man of every girls dreams. Gray's father was also a playboy but he loved his children. Gray's mother was a woman who prefers to stay alone and vehemently hates anyone touching her. It's a wonder she birthed two children. Gray was devastated and felt betrayed when his father left the town and the reason led to the Devlins. Howard has a new fan and a new follow. Highly recommend to anyone who’s of a certain age that would love to be able to pull the word, “microfiche”, out of their hat again lol.The sexual tension was off the charts. The best way to describe the sexy time in this book: RAW SENSUALITY. Gray and the girl were both naked on the bed, which was positioned with the headboard under the window on the adjoining wall. Neither of them was likely to see her, which was a stroke of fortune, because Faith couldn't have moved then even if they had both looked straight at her.