Another Bad Book

My luck is terrible lately.



Here's a sample:

He smiled at her. Smiled at her the way he had that night, that weekend, as if she were the most wonderful woman in the world.

Self-conscious, she reached for her napkin and met his fingers as he handed one to her.

Why would eating a hot dog make her think of sex with him?

Well, duh.

I didn't finish it.

I liked the shoes on the cover, though.