Myrna leaned across Sed and beckoned Jace closer. She whispered something in his ear and he flushed to the roots of his bleached hair. She stared into his eyes and nodded. What had she told him? Rhythm guitarist.
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This book had its moments but it left a bad taste in my mouth. Lets see. The things that didnt sit well with me: Myrna. What a bitch. Shes been through a lot, I give her that, but then again thats what shrinks are for. She keeps projecting her negative experiences to her relationship or however she wants to call it, with Brian. The youre a whore, Myrna chant really got on my nerves from a certain point onwards.
Myrna may be a human sexuality professor but shes full of unresolved complexes Well. We got it. OK, he may be a famous rock star but he is piss drunk, ridiculing himself in the middle of a hotel bar. And what does she do? Another major issue was Brian considering Myrna special. I get it. The author wanted to squeeze in as much of it as possible. This is erotica after all. Well, duh. It was lukewarm and clumsy and I could have done without it. I have no words.
She should change her name to Wonderwoman. The threesome. But no. None of that. She just leaves it there hanging. Possible homoerotic emotions between childhood friends who have ever since shared almost everything, including their women, sounds quite interesting to me and I would have liked to see how it turned out. I was already too fed up with her and that awful conduct of hers she had just hung up on Brian, being indescribably rude when that call from Jeremy came.
Her reactions after that were so preposterous I seriously considered not finishing this. Make up your mind, Myrna. I mean, enough already! The woman is in serious need of therapy. I mean, years and years. Plus Brian could use the time in between to grow up.
With a loud sigh, she bent to gather the scattered papers. Could this day suck a little more, please? Wel , someone was having a good time tonight. She crammed the papers inside her bag and jerked the zipper closed before continuing through the overdone hotel lobby on her way to her sixth-floor room. A long, hot bath sounded like heaven. How had she let her associate dean talk her into presenting at this stupid conference in the first place? What a total waste of time.
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