Silver-Tongued Devil by Rosalind James is the first book in the Portland Devils series. And there’s no bond stronger than a twin’s. Mira and Scott are no threat at all, not when everybody involved is going to want to kill Scott after the first day.

Gabe Kincaid and his brother Alec are after that million too, though. Who knows, she might even win a million dollars. Maybe she’ll get closer to her boyfriend, who hasn’t been all that nice to her lately. Mira Walker is hoping that competing on a “living history” reality show will give her what’s missing from her real life. Rosalind James Synopsis: Welcome to Paradise is the first book in the Kincaids series. But it definitely had some superpowers.If You Like Rosalind James Books, You’ll Love… Jenna’s may or may not have been able to squish a dingo’s face. He knew a thing or two about ladies’ bottoms, though. He didn’t know much about wombats, Finn thought as he shepherded Harry and Sophie out of the kitchen. “I’ll come tell you, Finn, when I’ve got most of the oven cleaner wiped out and you can get in there with the elbow grease.” “Why don’t you let me finish up in here? The fumes,” she realized with relief. It had been kind of funny, but she wasn’t about to offer Finn another view of her Wombat Bottom. Your dad told you, and now you know.” She turned back to the oven again, then stopped. Jenna reached out to give him a hug, then remembered the rubber gloves. “Sorry, Jenna,” Harry said again, looking worried. “Even though wombat bottoms may be nice,” Finn put in, a smile attempting to escape his own stern expression, “we still don’t talk about ladies’ bottoms. Then the wombat squeezes with its bottom, and it squishes the dingo!” The dingo tries to get its face around the wombat. And if a dingo comes to try to get into the tunnel, the wombat can back up.

They have very powerful legs for digging. “You see, Jenna,” Harry went on earnestly, “wombats dig tunnels. “Hmm? Yeh,” Sophie agreed, looking up from her book. “When Dad took us to Aussie, and we saw them?” “Remember, Sophie?” he appealed to his sister. “But I am saying something very nice,” Harry argued, anxious to explain himself. It isn’t polite to say things about how people look anyway, unless you’re saying something very nice, like, “Your dress is pretty.” “But it isn’t polite to talk to ladies about their bottoms. “Sorry, Jenna,” Harry said, his lip trembling at his father’s tone. Jenna nearly hit her head on the oven ceiling as she pulled it out and sat back on her heels. “Jenna, you know what?” Harry said from behind her.

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Just for Now by Rosalind James