Daphne Vs. Daddy

And I couldn’t be happier.

;)

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Daphne

LOL to Carla. She’s a funny one. Kinda zany too. I mean, she doesn’t let me forget I date my stepdad, but I mean her guy has a horse. Anyways, so you remember Lisa?

The next story is all about Lisa and her outlaw..

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Billionaires, bosses, professors, princes…whatevs, ya know? I need a real man.

Good luck finding an outlaw in the Hamptons.

Just because someone has some whips and chains doesn’t make me go all gooey.

I mean, I could just go buy that at the dollar store.

Nope. I need rugged. I need alpha. I need an outlaw.

Not some white collar criminal either. Insider stock trading does not make you an outlaw. Neither does stealing cable. Or tearing the tags off pillows.

But that’s all I have to choose from.

Until I meet Diesel and get captivated by his mysterious eyes, and insanely hot body.

He’s the total package - emphasis on the word “package”.

Now there’s just one question. Will his bike ever be the same after I ride on it? And I’m not talking about the Harley either ;)

*** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Outlaw in this sixth installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, steamy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. HEA? You know it, babe! ***

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Lisa

I swirl the gin and tonic in front of me as I listen to Christine sigh happily over Lover Boy.

“Oh, and then, he bought me this!” She holds her arm out so everyone can admire the emerald-encrusted bracelet on her arm. It’s beautiful, even if a bit old-fashioned for my taste, but Christine’s eyes sparkle as much as the emeralds when she adds happily, “It was made in the early 1800s for the queen of France! Can you imagine?”

I try not to roll my eyes in time with the swirling of my gin and tonic, but really, this is all getting to be a bit too much. Yeah, I want my friends to be happy, but the gushing and the gems? Can anyone say “over the top”?

We're at the Boathouse, just three friends enjoying a Sunday afternoon together, but I have to admit, my oh-so-in-love friends are mostly just spending it outdoing each other by comparing Lover Boy stories.

Ashley jumps in. Of course Ashley jumps in. She's just as bad as Christine, if not worse. “Apollo hasn’t given me anything that used to belong to the queen of France, but he did buy me a Maserati the other day. It’s so fun to drive; I should take you two out for a spin in it! One at a time, since it’s just a two-seater, of course.”

“More than the gifts,” Christine sighs, and I swear to god, this is true; she clasps her hands in front of her as she talks, like an actress from the 40s or something, “it’s the love and attention he gives me. Anders is more attentive than anyone—”

Okay, I can't help it anymore. The snort came out. It's loud and patrons three tables over turn to stare, but I just can't hold it in anymore. The love in the air is so thick, I can hardly see through it anymore.

“Are we making you ill over there?” Ashley asks, eyebrow cocked at me.

“A little,” I mumble into my suddenly-very-important-must-drink-right-now gin and tonic. When they just continue to stare at me, I shift in my seat and sigh.

“I just…” I look out over the lake as I try to pick the right words. “I haven't found anyone like that for me, you know? I wish that I liked soft guys. I want—”