Handbag Monday welcomes...
I bought this Kate Spade bag from Gilt Group, an online shop that sells designer goods at deep discount. I love green and I love this bag. I get many compliments on it. Soon after I bought it, I saw the same bag at Nordstroms for double what I paid. I love a bargain, and this bargain made me feel very good.
Hi, Cara! I love a good bargain as well; however, that green is positively gorgeous. You lucky girl!!!
The gift of a magical snow globe from a mysterious stranger paints the scene for romance between a Manhattan art gallery manager and a sexy man
who isn’t what he seems.
At a Halloween party, uptight gallery manager Bella Cassani lets her friends goad her into kissing a handsome stranger. Yes, a girl has to kiss a lot of frogs to find her prince, but Bella prefers “frogs.” They’re safer than the sexy-but-unfaithful kind. When fate brings the knock-her-hat-off-with-a-kiss guy back into her life, things get complicated.
His lips softened over Bella’s—teasing, cajoling, seductive. He tasted of wine and passion. Lost in his heat, wanting more, she curled her arms around his neck. Tiny sounds of pleasure she barely recognized escaped her lips. A slow ache began to build inside her, and she forgot everything but the feel of his lips and his body, hot and demanding. He cradled the back of her head, burying his fingers in her hair. Her cone-shaped witch’s hat slipped off her head, brushing her shoulders on its way to the floor. She’d never been kissed like this before, with an urgency and expertise that turned her insides to liquid. He did more than kiss her. He possessed her.
The thunderous sounds of clapping and shouts of “more, more,” rose around them, releasing Bella from her delicious haze and bringing her back to Earth like a witch who’d fallen off her broom. Embarrassment swirled through her and she jumped back.
Her breathing harsh, she stared at the man in front of her. His ragged breathing matched hers. The intensity in his blue eyes behind the black half-mask made her shift uncomfortably. With his black cowboy hat pulled low over his head, she had a glimpse of dark hair brushing the collar of his western shirt.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
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