Farrah Rochon

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But it’s on the tip of your tongue,” London accused.

That grin reappeared. “If it’s my tongue that interests you—”

“Drew Sullivan, let me see your damn ankle.”

“I don’t go around showing skin to just anybody, Ms. Kelley.”

A real dinner, at a place with cloth napkins and dishes neither of us can pronounce.”

“I think this means we’re going steady.”

“Finally,” Drew said. “Only took fifteen years.”

Even though gumbo was more of a Sunday meal, Tiana had decided to make it on this random Tuesday. She just wanted to feel closer to her daddy

How would she explain this mess she’d gotten herself into? Wishing on an evening star for her restaurant and getting mixed up in some nefarious dealings. Falling for a prince. Becoming friends with a gator and a firefly along the way

This was it. She was caught.

But she never gave up on anything without a fight

All I have to do is ask them on your behalf. Come on, Tiana. You’re almost there. Let’s make this deal, and I’ll get you across the finish line.”

There’s just one thing. Once the spell is broken, Naveen won’t remember a single thing about any of this

She was too smart for her own good