Another Riding With Brighton Quote

Another Riding With Brighton Quote

Brighton. You couldn’t pick a more perfect name for the kid. It’s like his parents knew he was gonna turn out to be the most magnetic and engrossing person that’s every existed in this town…

Bello is Spanish for beautiful and Adler is German for eagle. Which means his (last) name means beautiful fucking eagle. And yeah, you can start picturing a great, majestic, free bird soaring through the sky on a perfect summer day while some anthem of hope plays in the background because that’s exactly what it feels like when the kid walks into a room.

-Riding With Brighton by Haven Francis

 

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You might be surprised to learn I’m an author because the following description is going to be really un-authory, but Riding with Brighton by Haven Francis is really super good. Like a lot. For reals.

This isn’t a review as I’m not finished yet, but sometimes it takes me forever to read and post reviews, so I figured maybe sharing quotes while I read would be fun.

Quote: “A simple piece of paper with a few numbers on it scratched on it. A piece of paper that ended up turning my life upside down and cracking me open in the process.

On Friday morning if you had told me that a damn piece of paper would, within twenty four hours, cause my entire world to implode, I would have told you to shove it up your ass. Paper schmaper, I was working with a goddamn epiphany.”

Max and Cal

Max and Cal

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Max and Cal  from What Love Means are opposites who parted on bad terms. When they meet again, things aren’t easy between them. They’re torn between despising each other and wanting to jump on each other. They have a constant push and pull because they’re both trying to fight an attraction. That’s always a fun dynamic to write and read.

Here’s a snippet from the book:

“Couldn’t we just try to get along?” he asked. “No insults, no pushing buttons, no… flirting.”

Flirting was the whole point of tonight! I pushed down a crabby retort about him being a wet blanket. “That doesn’t sound like much fun,” I offered lightly.

The milkshake I ordered came with one straw and I pushed it closer to myself on the table while sipping from it. I sucked on the straw as lewdly as possible, making exaggerated hums of appreciation before removing my lips with an audible pop.

His eyes widened, but he didn’t comment on it. “I didn’t peg you for a strawberry milkshake kinda guy.”

I’m a big fan of fruit? No, too corny. I shrugged. Who didn’t like strawberry? “Anyone who says strawberry isn’t the best milkshake flavor is wrong or lying,” I responded neutrally but ran my hand up and down the long glass, fingers skating over the cool surface.

Cal looked away for a second, letting out a frustrated huff. I grinned but was surprised when he met my eyes a second later. “You know, two could play at this game.”