If You Were Mine (After We Fall Book 3)

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told them about it this morning.” “Those poor kids.” I shook my head. “No wonder they were so squirrelly. And I can’t believe Elyse managed to keep that secret either!” “Let me see the ring again.” Jaime took my hand and sighed over it. “So beautiful. You did great, Theo.” He kissed my cheek. “Much better than I ever thought possible.” I smiled at him as my heart beat fast with love and pride and excitement. Theo was nothing like the prince I’d thought I wanted, but he was everything I needed, now and ever after. And Alex Owens! He is an amazing brother. He wasn't as present in the story as Jaime and Quinn were, but when he was, he gave sage advice to his little sister. If You Were Mine: A Novel” is a beautiful novel with unique and classy story. Melanie Harlow is the author of this beautiful novel. This author has written many glorious novels which are equally beautiful and inspiring. Her most famous novels are After We Fall, Man Candy, Undeniable, Unbreakable, Irresistible and many fantastic novels.

sometime this month.” “Sounds good. I’m really happy for you, Claire.” “Thanks.” My stomach fluttered. “I’m happy, too.” It's official. Melanie Harlow has turned me into a bookwhore. And that would kinda make her my pimp. But I'm ok with that! After every single one of her books I finish, I say "ohhh THIS is my new favorite!!" Or "he is my favorite of all of Melanie's men!" And Quinn is no different. I freaking loved him!!! He is the perfect guy! This whole damn book I devoured the instant I started reading! You’ve read a Melanie Harlow book before, right? Totally judging if you haven’t, because listen, she can write all the things sexy. Man Candy though, hoo boy, it turns the burner on high. The chemistry between Jaime and Quinn is fiery yet heartfelt which makes for some of the sexiest scenes to date from Ms. Harlow. Melanie Harlow books are my happy place. The quirky humor, the steam, the ridiculously endearing characters she writes, all of it simply does it for me. Man Candy was yet another reason why she's become my go-to author when I'm in the mood for something cute and steamy. But Quinn has other ideas. He always had a thing for his best friend’s sister and he always regretted that he rejected her the way he did, but he had his reasons. All he wants now is Jayme…in every way. He doesn’t want just a hot one-night-stand, he wants to know her, the real Jaime since she matters to him more than she’ll ever know. But there’s a big little problem – Jaime is the biggest commitment-phobic…ever, but Quinn is willing to do anything to make Jaime realize that he wants her in every way and of course to make her realize how good they can be together.

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As a teenager, Jaime had a huge crush on her brother’s best friend, Quinn. What better way to profess her undying devotion than to corner him in a bathroom at his graduation party and lay it all on the line? When Quinn not only doesn’t return her sentiments but LAUGHS at her, Jaime’s understandably devastated. It’s also the beginning of keeping every romantic interest in her life at arm’s length. Best to avoid complicated entanglements and all that jazz. Quinn and Jaime have known each other since they were kids. Jaime's brother Alex, has been best friends with Quinn for years. And yes, Jaime crushed on Quinn for a long time!! After an embarrassing night many years ago, they parted ways. And guess what, that's all I'm telling you!!! Cause I don't want to take a thing away from this wonderful, fabulous, hysterically funny book!!

I know he’s made mistakes. I know his wounds are deep, and he doesn’t trust easily. I know he doesn’t believe he could ever be enough to make me happy, but he could. marshmallows. “Oh my God. Marshmallows?” “Marshmallows. Your favorite thing.” He tugged a strand of my hair. “You’re my favorite thing.” A pause. “But now I have an idea that involves marshmallows too…” bed. It was sort of silly, but it meant a lot to my mother, who still played Santa, setting out gifts for my father, Giselle, and me under the tree. In the morning, tradition dictated we all put on a Christmas sweater and open gifts together, after which my dad made eggs and bacon for everyone, and my mom and I baked cinnamon rolls. Later, we’d make real hot chocolate and watch It’s a Wonderful Life as we drank it from these oblong coffee cups my mother called “hug mugs” because you had to cradle them with two hands. I often rolled my eyes at my mother’s goofy traditions, but in my heart I knew I’d probably do the same things for my children one day. If I ever have them. Depressed, I snapped off the lamp and pulled the covers up to my chin. In the distance, I heard the familiar sleigh bells CD that my mother had played every year after Giselle and I went up to bed in the effort to convince us there really was a Santa Claus. But there was no Santa Claus. No Easter Bunny, no Tooth Fairy, no Prince Charming coming to wake me in the morning with a kiss. “Asshole,” I muttered. Then I flopped onto my belly, squeezed my eyes shut, and went to sleep. Most importantly, I LOVED that it was the female who pushed for a FWB arrangement because she doesn't believe in love or happy ever afters. This whole book was like a giant role reversal from the norm in romances and I loved it even more because of that. There's even a scene where she demands that Quinn "finish" upon command during an intimate moment. It was very brief but I couldn't help but raise a fist in the air and think, "It's about damn time!" I related SO much to Jaime. I hate to cuddle too!!!What had I been thinking to let myself love her? To let myself need her? Why had I thought for even one second that I was capable of this—of surviving the loss of her? Because I knew in my bones that no matter what you did or said or tried, love wasn’t enough to make anyone stay. The realization that one day this would all be over and she’d be gone sliced right through my heart. It stopped beating. My throat closed up. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. Pulling over to the side of the road, I put the car in park and tried to get control of myself as I gasped for air. You are not a child. You are a man. You can fight this. You still have control. You can get out of danger. You can leave first. By the time my breathing returned to normal, and I could feel my heart beating again in my chest, I’d made up my mind. It had been a mistake to let her break down my walls. It would hurt her, but in the long run, I’d be doing her a favor. The sooner she realized love was a losing game, the better. Or maybe loving me was the losing game, and she’d have a better chance at happiness with someone else. Someone who believed in her fairy tale life with the porch swing and the bikes and the lemonade stand. Someone who could give it to her. Share it with her. Someone who could love her without disappointing her. But it wasn’t me. It had never been me. Personally, I don't want a guy who will hog the mirror in the bathroom. If he's going to take longer than me to get ready to go out - he can go out with his favorite person - himself. But, if my new bff Jaimie wants a pretty boy-toy, then I will allow it. Quinn believes in love that lasts, that is work, and that builds into something permanent and deeper than the first attraction. He decides to show Jaime that love is real, and she dares him to try. The book is their story, their dates, his attempts to show her that love is real and her determination to resist believing it is anything other than a fairy tale. I KNEW IT! I just knew that I would LOVE the crap out of this book! Melanie Harlow can DO NO WRONG! TONS of laugh out loud moments and sexy good times, with SO MUCH HEAT you'll be BEGGING for more! WOW! That was the BEST first chapter I've ever read! Quinn's brother Alex is marrying his longtime partner, Ben. Ben is a therapist and his contribution to this story is perfect... he is the voice of reason for both Quinn and Jaime. The long-lasting love Alex and he has is proof love can be real and worth the fight.