Read Online On His List (Entangled Flirts) by Wendy Sparrow - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Wendy Sparrow
Tags: Romance, Short-Story, San Francisco, sweet romance, happily ever after, entangled publishing, opposites attract, Flirt, Alcatraz, rich guy falls for driver, Wendy Sparrow, Fisherman's Wharf
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typed…and printed. Okay, that was sort of adorable. He’d printed it. That had to mean something. She saw her name on the top as he unfolded it, so she snatched it from him.
Reasons I Need Remy
1) I want her more than a window in prison.
2) Watching her put on lip gloss was better than most of my previous dates.
3) I couldn’t sleep last night because I thought I’d upset her.
4) I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
5) I need someone to remind me that I don’t always need lists.
6) I’d rather be shanked in my sleep than go back to my life in Miami.
7) She’s a good driver.
“I’m a good driver?” Remy asked.
“You are,” he pointed out. “We saved a lot of time yesterday.”
She smothered a smile and went back to reading.
8) Because I’ll always regret not taking this chance.
9) I still don’t know her real first name.
10) Not kissing her again might kill me.
“Those are ten good reasons,” she said, folding the list back up. A love note—in list form. Lists might grow on her if they were always like that. He was right about ten being ideal. It felt ideal. Instead of putting it in his outstretched hand, she tucked the folded paper into her bra, and a smile spread across his face.
“What do you say?” he asked.
“Remember,” she said.
He frowned. “Remember what?”
She leaned down and brushed a kiss across his cheek in a soft caress before stopping her lips beside his ear. “Remember is my real first name,” she whispered. “My parents were cruel and thought it was fun. My last name, Maison, means home in French. So, Remember Home. They thought they were clever.”
His mouth stretched in a wide grin as the words sunk in. “What’s Denny’s real name?”
“I can’t tell you. You’ll have to make him fall for you too, Mr. Savoy.”
Acknowledgements
There will never be enough of my books published to acknowledge the influence of my husband in my writing and my life. My OCD wins sometimes, and he loves me and helps me keep those days to a minimum. He knew from the beginning the demons I was fighting, and he wanted me. There is no greater gift than to be loved for who you are in addition to the person you can become.
I couldn’t write a book with a character with OCD without acknowledging the doctor who’s been treating mine for years. One of my worst days, I walked into his office and asked, “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Am I crazy?” And he said, “If you can acknowledge the possibility that you’re crazy, you’re not. The crazy ones don’t know they’re crazy.” And that’s why I’m his patient for life—he blinds me with his science.
I’m trying to thank the awesome community of Twitter in each book, but this might end up being an endless task. Why must you people be so supportive and incredible? So, this time, my thanks go out to (by username, so you can follow them too): AgentAusten09, AngelaKulig, BrittanyMarczak, CynthiaRReese, DaharaDreams, DreamingReviews, Katee_Robert, LaurenDeStefano, MarisaBirns, MicheledeWinton, Ophelia_London, QuickMissive, SkylaDawn, StephanieLMcGee, SWurner, TheCharmingLass, and Vbartles. I have to say this list—my list—in no way encompasses the amazing group of people I’ve met on Twitter.
Jay, Jami, Tina, Sarah, Heidi, Jaime, Di, Stephanie, Mary, Mom, Mom-in-law, thanks for dealing with someone who moves commas until the bitter end.
This story was hugged and loved by many people at Entangled, but Lewis, Kerri-Leigh, and Heather especially helped make it happen. Lewis, you put up with a lot of weirdness from me—thank you so much for adjusting the way you edit and advise to accommodate my quirks.
Thank you, Sarah Yake, for indulging my superstitious side and doing things in odd numbers.
Special thanks to Jay and TechSurgeons LLC for hosting and helping with my website.
This year, I talked about some deep and possibly disturbing aspects to Obsessive Compulsive Disorder on my blog, and it just deepened
Reasons I Need Remy
1) I want her more than a window in prison.
2) Watching her put on lip gloss was better than most of my previous dates.
3) I couldn’t sleep last night because I thought I’d upset her.
4) I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
5) I need someone to remind me that I don’t always need lists.
6) I’d rather be shanked in my sleep than go back to my life in Miami.
7) She’s a good driver.
“I’m a good driver?” Remy asked.
“You are,” he pointed out. “We saved a lot of time yesterday.”
She smothered a smile and went back to reading.
8) Because I’ll always regret not taking this chance.
9) I still don’t know her real first name.
10) Not kissing her again might kill me.
“Those are ten good reasons,” she said, folding the list back up. A love note—in list form. Lists might grow on her if they were always like that. He was right about ten being ideal. It felt ideal. Instead of putting it in his outstretched hand, she tucked the folded paper into her bra, and a smile spread across his face.
“What do you say?” he asked.
“Remember,” she said.
He frowned. “Remember what?”
She leaned down and brushed a kiss across his cheek in a soft caress before stopping her lips beside his ear. “Remember is my real first name,” she whispered. “My parents were cruel and thought it was fun. My last name, Maison, means home in French. So, Remember Home. They thought they were clever.”
His mouth stretched in a wide grin as the words sunk in. “What’s Denny’s real name?”
“I can’t tell you. You’ll have to make him fall for you too, Mr. Savoy.”
Acknowledgements
There will never be enough of my books published to acknowledge the influence of my husband in my writing and my life. My OCD wins sometimes, and he loves me and helps me keep those days to a minimum. He knew from the beginning the demons I was fighting, and he wanted me. There is no greater gift than to be loved for who you are in addition to the person you can become.
I couldn’t write a book with a character with OCD without acknowledging the doctor who’s been treating mine for years. One of my worst days, I walked into his office and asked, “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Am I crazy?” And he said, “If you can acknowledge the possibility that you’re crazy, you’re not. The crazy ones don’t know they’re crazy.” And that’s why I’m his patient for life—he blinds me with his science.
I’m trying to thank the awesome community of Twitter in each book, but this might end up being an endless task. Why must you people be so supportive and incredible? So, this time, my thanks go out to (by username, so you can follow them too): AgentAusten09, AngelaKulig, BrittanyMarczak, CynthiaRReese, DaharaDreams, DreamingReviews, Katee_Robert, LaurenDeStefano, MarisaBirns, MicheledeWinton, Ophelia_London, QuickMissive, SkylaDawn, StephanieLMcGee, SWurner, TheCharmingLass, and Vbartles. I have to say this list—my list—in no way encompasses the amazing group of people I’ve met on Twitter.
Jay, Jami, Tina, Sarah, Heidi, Jaime, Di, Stephanie, Mary, Mom, Mom-in-law, thanks for dealing with someone who moves commas until the bitter end.
This story was hugged and loved by many people at Entangled, but Lewis, Kerri-Leigh, and Heather especially helped make it happen. Lewis, you put up with a lot of weirdness from me—thank you so much for adjusting the way you edit and advise to accommodate my quirks.
Thank you, Sarah Yake, for indulging my superstitious side and doing things in odd numbers.
Special thanks to Jay and TechSurgeons LLC for hosting and helping with my website.
This year, I talked about some deep and possibly disturbing aspects to Obsessive Compulsive Disorder on my blog, and it just deepened
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