Page 39 of Heartfelt Goals

LAFRENIÉRE

“Before we go inside,if there is anything anyone needs to get off their chest, scream, accuse, holler, shout, or snarl at someone – specifically me for existing – please go ahead,” Dustin grumbled, sitting in the driver’s seat of his vehicle, having been the recipient of Kendall’s remarks all morning long… and he was trying to hide his limp. The attitudes, the smart comments, the frustration with his attraction to Laurel, combined with the pain in his hip this morning were almost too much.

He'd awoken with the limb seizing, almost bringing him to his knees on the way to the bathroom this morning. One hot shower, two ibuprofens, and a heavy round of stretching behind locked doors had helped some. Now, it was just hiding some soreness from the other players, trying not to lose his temper at a child publicly and trying not to snatch his wife into his arms, kissing her senselessly.

His sister was not helping either. Madeline’s text messages the other day made him feel ten times worse – and confused.

I thought you liked Laurel?

Good morning to you, too – and I do – why? Did she say something?

You think I would rat out my best friend?

You’re obviously texting.

You’re obviously clueless.

Do tell…

You have no idea what your wife is like – do you?

We’re taking our time to become partners – and I do not owe you an explanation!

She writes romance!

Laurel literally pours her heart out on paper for anyone to read, and all that emotion comes from somewhere. Pick up a book, read it, learn something about your wife – MORON!

(and I said that with love)

Helloooo?

Want a suggestion? Read book one of her Sensuous Dragon Seduction Series.

Her whaaaat?

SSSSimply divine… sigh.

I’m gonna tell your husband.

He reads it with me. ??

This conversation is over! ??

Good – now be a good nerdy brother and go study how to woo your wife. ??

Laurel was yelling from the other room for Kendall to hurry up and get ready, causing him to look in her direction as he stood there with his phone in his hand, thinking.

He exited the text messages and opened up another screen, googling her pen name that he’d seen on the spine of the books in the library. Clicking on the first one, he paused… confused. This was one of her books but there was nothing telling about the cover. He scrolled down and clicked on the reviews – and froze.

She did it again! Oh my gosh, will someone please gimme a hot golden man with rippling scales, dark hair, and bright blue eyes?

Shocked, he kept scrolling.

YAAAAS! DRAGON DADDY! Rippling dragon scales, savage lovemaking, and those crystalline blue eyes. I’ll be your dragon kibble! Meeeow!

Review after review had all of these people talking about some hot encounter with a dragon-man fantasy creature that had dark hair and blue eyes, who protected the nest from outside invaders. And he hesitated as the next review landed like a sucker punch right between the eyes.

Broody, dark, temperamental? Hot, steamy, ground-shaking kisses, and those eyes— oh my gosh, the way the author describes his eyes right before the prince devours her body. Can someone hand me a fan? The Prince Drastin of the Yote Clan, heir to the kingdom and protector of the nest, was worth waiting for. And can we talk about those blue eyes again? Lawwwd sakes alive! I’m melting! I wish some blue-eyed, lust-filled prince would make his sole goal in life…

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