Beyond Bliss
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She was crying again, on another crying jag, but it was different this time.
“So what do you say? I think Sophie Sinclair sounds pretty fucking hot, if you ask me,” he said jokingly, even though she could see the hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
She looked into his eyes, eyes that she loved. Eyes that told her everything she needed to know each morning she woke up. Eyes of the man who she loved more than love could describe.
And even then it would be a lie.
Because this was something more.
So then she took the ring out of his finger, pretending to examine it critically before her eyes danced back to his.
Then, and only then, did she speak.
“I think Sophie Sinclair sounds pretty fucking blissful, if you ask me.”
Acknowledgements
This is for my girlfriends—for CC, SEJ, Sam, Jess, Skye, Kanch, Sof, Grubes, and my lovely little sis A, thank you so much for everything you’ve done to push me into my now.
And to my endlessly amazing, wonderful Beta/Editor – Cathy – you are the BESTEST-ESTEST-EVER.
About the Author
Delia Foster is a pen name for a hopeless romantic who fell in love with love after discovering her mother's old Harlequin novels in the garage--at the tender age of twelve. A Texas transplant, she now works and lives in the Big Apple with her BFF and a seriously cute Morkie. Her hobbies include writing, reading, copious amounts of wine, imagining she is Henry Cavill’s wife (or plaything, she’s not picky about status) and a serious addiction to handbags (it's bad). She still loves love even though she is single and seems to have encountered every dating disaster there is to be had.
She's saving those stories for her next venture into the horror genre.
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