Bøger af Lilliana Anderson

I didn't have an easy life. Waiting tables for a function centre was about as good as life got for me. There were no tips-unless telling me I had a great arse could be considered a tip-but it was enough for me to live on, barely. Everything else I needed, I took. And I was never caught, except that one time when these brothers and some weird chick busted me for stealing their car. It was their fault I took it. They shouldn't have left their keys where I could find them. And it was a sweet ride; I chucked a couple of donuts in that thing and it smoked up like a charm. Good times. Anyway, those guys took the car back, turned my boyfriend into a pussy and ended up making me homeless. When I saw that same car again in the function centre parking lot, I couldn't resist. I pulled out my keys and started scratching. C… U… busted. I should've known it was a bad idea, but I never was one to listen to my conscience. Suddenly I was locked in a room while a family of five ridiculously hot brothers argued over what to do with me. Their mother wanted me dead, but they were insisting that stealing and vandalism weren't necessarily grounds for a beheading. I was on their side. I quite liked my head-even though it seemed like I'd just gotten myself in way over it. But do you know what was crazy? The brother I'd stolen from, the one who'd caught me defacing his car, was now watching me like a lion watches a big juicy steak. Hmm, maybe I could spin this in my favour after all….

I was a good girl. But I wanted him, knowing he was a thief. Did that make me bad? Before Sam, I was the most boring, awkward and level-headed person you'd ever met. I was my best friend's side-kick, the supporting actress to another person's life. And I was OK like that. I was lonely. But I was OK. Then he came along. Our eyes locked and BANG my heart started beating. As my blood warmed and pumped around my body, everything changed. Before that moment, I had been as dead inside as my mortuary 'clients'. Now I was alive, experiencing things for the first time, enamoured with a man I knew to be a criminal. Instead of running and remaining the good Christian girl I was, I married him. Now, I had to live with the consequences of that decision.

Some husbands bought their wives flowers, others bought jewellery. Mine? He returned the things he stole.'I should have known better. Hot guys didn't hit on big girls without an agenda. They didn't approach them in bars and talk their way into your bed. They also didn't make you feel beautiful and proud of your curves. But I was going through a dry spell-actually, I'd kind of been going through a dry spell all my life-and dry spells sucked. Of course I slept with him.I was such a fool. I believed his lines. Fell for his easy smile; the man swept me off my feet, rocked my world, then robbed me blind. I really needed a three date rule.Angry and embarrassed, I engaged the help of my best friend to track the thief down and make him return what he took. But when I found him, he wasn't alone....What does a girl do when she finds not one thief, but an entire family? She marries into it, of course.