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258 pages, ebook
First published August 13, 2019
“I want to be one of those lights— somewhere by the water, where people can eat and share and connect. I want to be a link in a story that is as old as time.”
“Alex was making love to my fingers, his hands over mine, clasping them and then letting go, sliding his fingers in and out of the spaces between them.”
"Every night, under the light of the moon, he cast his net toward the heavens to catch the stars."
"I can't swim."I highly recommend Moti on the Water to anyone who enjoys an entertaining read full of passion, tenderness, and loveable characters. Such a wonderful read to close out the summer! Moti and Alex delivered one summer romance that I will never forget!
"Can you kiss?"
But the truth is no one can battle your demons for you. Your doubts and fears are your own to feed or to slay.
“It’s not about me, is it?” I let go with a sad smile. “It’s about what I do to make you happy.”
It was the strangest feeling—free-falling into someone else.
Some people will tell you that hunger is a sensation. Lies. Hunger is the mother of all emotions. Angry? Check how long it’s been since you last ate. Tired? You probably didn’t have enough to eat. Bored? You’re eating the same thing—same place, same time. Pretty much every disaster in human history can be traced back to the lack of a burrito.
I would’ve resented the dimple that formed on his cheek. When I was little, I prayed for dimples. And now I had them. On my ass. Naturally, people with properly-placed dimples irritated me.
Somewhere between the quest for a three-thumbed man, a cabin with no window, and a cloudless day on a rocky island, I fell for the chef.
“Your doubts and fears are your own to feed or to slay.”
“Sometimes you don’t know what you’re missing until you find it. And when you do, you want to pause and relish it forever.”
“His food was giving flesh to my feelings. Alex held the prism to the transcendental, and I filtered through in bands of rainbow emotions.”
“Oh, to be so sure of your place in the sun. Or the sea. Or the sky.”
5★★★★★Stars
Genre:
Romantic Comedy
Type:
Standalone
POV:
First Person - Female
❝I wasn't afraid of dying. I was afraid of dying without living.❞
❝When you've been looked over your whole life, it's starling to find yourself in someone's eyes, to be held in their vision, the same way they hold sunsets and beautiful things.❞
❝"And you? I assume, are trying to swim?" He squatted beside the pool and motioned to my neck float. I didn't feel like explaining myself to a guy who had nicer hair than me.❞
❝Gravity seized to exist when I was with him...The past blurred, the future evaporated. The place we intersected was all that we had, and it was magical.❞
This is an (F)BR with the Shhluts!
SueBee, warhawke, Mer. CC, Jamie, Timitra, Liz, Myla, Susan, Lu, Sophie, V & Snow
“When you’ve been looked over your whole life, it’s startling to find yourself in someone’s eyes, to be held in their vision, the same way they hold sunsets and beautiful things.”
“It was like someone had just pulled an unexpectedly erotic move on me. I’d never had a food orgasm before, but standing in the galley that night, with moonbeams streaming through the window, my taste buds quivered in a state of heightened arousal. A few more bites and I slammed both palms on the counter while my mouth silently screamed, Yes. Yesss. YESSS.”
“If you looked at a family closely enough, you’d see that everyone had a job. There were Bosser-Arounders and Bossed-Arounders. War Makers and Bread Bakers. Promise Keepers and Promise Breakers. When you did something enough times, you got a label so everyone else knew what to expect.”
“Labels made life easier for everyone. I was all about labels and mine read ‘Mother Minder’, meaning I had to mind my mother, Dolly, at family get-togethers. You see, Dolly liked to play dead. Usually at the most inopportune times.”
“I put on my sunglasses, because that’s the polite way to ogle hot people.”
“Alex’s cooking was doing things to me. Strange, weird things. All my yearnings and burnings were eating and growing and taking form. His food was giving flesh to my feelings.”
"I wasn't afraid of dying. I was afraid of dying without living. "
"Every time you share a meal with someone, you bring your history, your country, your region, your religion... You sit with your past, your opinions, your love, your curiousity, your resentments, your hospitality. Food is where we all intersect. "