Harper Bliss

My world will never be the same again.

irresistible—all glossy and inviting and yes-I-wi

distance I can’t seem to bridge anymore. As if s

. Not to Gerald’s place, with all its man things, and

Playing gay is all the rage these days.

copper-colored curly hair, brown Bambi eyes, and a voice to melt the sturdiest of glaciers,

“Play gay,” I lamely joke.
Ida shuffles her weight around. “Correct.”

Ah, my character. An out-and-proud lesbian. If only I could express my true feelings about Veronica to the room.

“The chemistry between you and Faye is off the charts already,” she says, “and we haven’t even gotten to the good bits yet.”

her long dark hair and pale complexion, her eyes as blue as the midday sky outside,