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First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Dating Plan by Sara Desai

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Dating Plan by Sara Desai

The Dating Plan (Marriage Game #2) by Sara Desai , Plants, Purple, Man, WOman, Marriage, Fake Dating, Romance, Adult, Dual POV
Daisy Patel had no issues with besotted lovers hiding away in a toilet cubicle for a little covert tongue gymnastics. For the most part, technology conferences were stressful and boring, and if someone could find a little lip loving between networking, speakers, and seminars, she didn’t begrudge them their happiness.
In this case, however, the gold medal winner of the twist ‘n’ tangle in the women’s restroom at the Oakland Convention Center happened to be her ex-boyfriend, Orson Fisk.
And the woman in his arms was her former boss, Madison Montgomery, CEO of Activize LLC.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas

The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas, Orange, Travelling, Spain, Wedding, Fake Dating, Romance, Adult, Man, Woman, Bags, Love
“I’ll be your date to the wedding.”
Words I have never -not even in my wildest dreams, and trust me, I had a vivid imagination- conceived of hearing from that deep and rich tone reached my ears.
Looking down at my coffee, I squinted my eyes, trying to search for any signs of noxious substances floating around. That would at least explain what was happening. But nope.
Nothing. Just what was left of my Americano.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Counting Down With You by Tashie Bhuiyan

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Counting Down With You by Tashie Bhuiyan

Romance, Young Adult, Girl, Boy, Notes, Calendar, Romance, Fake Dating, Mental Health, Counting Down with You, Tashie Bhuiyan
Airports are the true chaotic evil.
There are too many things happening around me. Too many people in a hurry, too many people lazing around, too many announcements on the overhead speakers, and way too many tearful goodbyes.
Anarchy reigns in my little corner. My mom is on the phone, saying goodbye to her ten million friends, and my dad looks like he already regrets agreeing to go on a month-long trip to Bangladesh with her. Even with my earphones in, JFK Airport is too loud.