When it Sizzles (The Mcguire Brothers #8) Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Mcguire Brothers Series by Lili Valente
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
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Binx: Relax! I trust Wendy Ann’s judgment. She’s the smartest person I know.

Mel: Academically smart, absolutely, but her street smarts are untested. She’s been sheltered like a hothouse flower by this entire family. She might have no idea that she’s supposed to tell someone who she’s leaving with and where they’re going, so we at least have a chance of tracking down her body, if not her killer.

And who would she have told, aside from one of us? She doesn’t have any friends in town anymore, and she sure as hell wouldn’t have told Mom or Dad or one of the boys.

Which means, if WE don’t know where she is, NO ONE knows where she is.

Binx: Shit.

Mel: Yeah. Shit. Big shit. I’m calling her. If she doesn’t answer, I’m going over to her place. And if I can’t find her there, I’m going to the police station to report her missing.

Binx: Oh my God, you don’t think she’s missing, do you? I can’t believe I didn’t think to ask the guy’s name. I was distracted by the wedding reception, but still, you’re right. That should have been the first order of business before anyone went looking for condoms. I can’t believe I dropped the big sister ball like this.

Mel: I want to tell you it’s okay, but I’m not sure it is okay. Guess we’ll find out in a few minutes. I’m going to call her now.

Wendy Ann: Do NOT call me. Please. I’m fine. I’m at home and will respond to all of this later.

Binx: Oh, thank God. You’re okay! Yay! Jesus, my arms are shaking. I really didn’t want to get on that plane without knowing you were still alive.

Mel: Yes, thank God, but no way are you making us wait for more information. At least tell us if last night was okay. Did you have a good time? Or was he awful? Did you decide to go home with him with a clear head or were you drunk at the time? You really should have made sure she wasn’t drunk, Binx.

Binx: She wasn’t drunk! I could tell. Geez.

Wendy Ann: No, she shouldn’t have made sure I wasn’t drunk. That’s MY job. I’m a fully grown adult capable of making my own decisions, but I’m also asleep right now.

Please let me sleep. I didn’t get home until two in the morning, and I didn’t get to sleep until almost three. I can’t function on three hours of sleep. That’s why I didn’t party in college.

Brain is porridge.

Mushy smushy porridge…*snoring face emoji*

Mel: Wow. Two a.m. Must have been a good night.

Binx: And not asleep until three. What were you doing for an hour after you got home? Taking a long, sexy shower with the waterproof toy I bought you for a graduation present as you replayed every moment of your steamy one-night stand?

Mel: What?! You bought our sister a vibrator for a graduation present?

Binx: I did. Every girl should have one. Don’t shame me.

Mel: I’m not shaming you. I’m jealous. You never bought me a sex toy.

Binx: That’s because you’re the big sister in our relationship. I assumed you already had your own collection. Or that your husband was taking care of your needs.

Mel: Oh, he does, but toys are still fun. He’s out of town playing hockey a lot, you know.

Binx: Noted. I’ll place an order for your birthday.

Mel: Thank you. I mean, I have a few already, but it would be nice to see what you pick out. You have great taste in things like that.

Binx: Thank you. I appreciate your appreciation. I would also appreciate Wendy Ann giving us a name before she goes back to sleep. WENDY ANN! GIVE US A NAME AND THEN WE’LL LET YOU GO BACK TO SLEEP!

Wendy Ann: No. Go away. I’m unconscious.

Mel: You’re not unconscious, and Binx is right. We need a name. What if he decides to come over and kill you this morning?

Wendy Ann: He’s not going to come over and kill me this morning.

Binx: You never know. Fifty percent of the male population is flat out bonkers with a penchant for violence.

Mel: I would say more than fifty percent. Especially unmarried men over thirty-five. You should see the psychos who popped up in my dating apps when I was trying that shit. *shudder* Was this guy unmarried and over thirty-five, Wendy Ann?

Wendy Ann: I hate you both.

Binx: No, you don’t. You love us. We’re your biggest fans and supporters. Just give us a name, precious little sweet baby sister friend, and we promise we’ll leave you alone until this afternoon.

Mel: Or nine a.m. when I pick up our order from the new French bakery on Elm Street. If you give us the name quickly, without putting up any more of a fuss, I could be convinced to leave a chocolate croissant on your doorstep on my way back home…


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