conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Winston Brothers about York, Times, USA with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of many contemporary romances.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Winston Brothers
  She seemed so natural, so at ease discussing her daughter, that Mack felt encouraged. He stepped a little closer, appreciating the softness in her eyes, the slight smile playing over her lips. He wanted to touch her, but of course, that would be over the line. "I didn't realize you had a daughter. Especially not one that old."
  She continued to eye him, then shook her head. "I've known Sophie for a while, knew that she married, but I never connected the last name."
  Mack followed her as she started into the studio. Her jeans did interesting things for her bottom, and hazardous things to his libido. Jessica Wells was a lushly rounded woman. "Hmm. Why would you have? You didn't even remember me, right?"
  She stalled and he almost bumped into her. His hands settled on her straight shoulders, but then she hurried away. "That's right. Now, we should get started." Again she checked her watch. "We've got a lot to get done today."
  Mack folded his arms over his chest. "Sophie told me it might take a couple of shoots to get everything done."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: He could just imagine how that info would go over with the school board. Not that it would really matter to them. They'd tried using his family connection to a bar as a reason to get rid of him, but that didn't carry any weight, considering the backgrounds of some of the other teachers. Most of them were questionable old relics who wouldn't know a modern method if it bit them in the butt, and that's why they hadn't wanted him. He challenged their outdated methods, refused to conform, and any nonconformity scared them shitless, even when they could see the advantages to the students.
  If worse came to worst, he'd have to go out of the area. But that would be a last resort, because in the inner city he'd felt he made a real difference, and that's what teaching was all about for him.
  The truck had gotten toasty warm, but they couldn't keep sitting in it forever. He looked at Jessica and said, "About that hot chocolate..."
  And it would give her plenty of time to forget about him. He needed to make a diplomatic withdrawal, before she could refuse him everything, but no way would he withdraw enough to let her rebuild all her defenses.
  He smiled at her. "No problem. I wouldn't want to get in your way." She looked slightly dazed at his easy acceptance, and he added, "But Trista and I don't need you to help us study, anyway. Saturday I'm busy, but I could come Sunday and the rest of the week until you're ready for me."
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Now that she was gone, only the essence of her remaining without the threat of her appeal, he was ashamed of himself.
  A customer touched his arm, causing him to jump. Forcibly, Zane brought his mind back to the job at hand. Even with two employees in to help, they were swamped. The line at the register was long and continuous. People had questions, and the shelves had to be constantly restocked. He couldn't afford to be distracted with his witchy neighbor. He would run the register—where he could hide his arousal behind the counter—and do his job.
  But for the rest of the day, she lingered in his mind, an unwelcome invasion that kept him jittery and taut, the same way he felt when he'd gone too long without sex.
  But since he was resigned to doing it, he'd damn well put himself in charge. No more letting her toy with him, no more letting her overwhelm his senses. It was Thursday, the weekend fast approaching. He'd have time to spend with her, and on her. And if anyone would be overwhelmed, it'd be her.