His Curvy Fascination. Book Boyfriends Wanted, #19
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- ISBN978-1-953879-74-5
- EAN9781953879745
- Date de parution03/06/2025
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- ÉditeurMary E Thompson
Résumé
AndreWas there more to life than love? I sure as hell hoped so since love had evaded me so far. Maybe it was better to stop looking for love and enjoy the scorching hot looks from my small town's newest supposed resident. Living at the local Inn? Not likely. But who was I to judge?And who was I to complain when the tempting, stuffy, curvy stunner stared at me from her bedroom window?I stripped off my shirt and smirked when she realized I caught her watching.
Run and hide? I expected that. What I didn't expect was for her to come out and steal my sweaty shirt and pull it over her head. Then insist I invite her out if I wanted it back. It was just a shirt, but she was definitely not just a woman. She was secrets and temptation and fascination. And I was not strong enough to resist. JoelleHe's not the man for me. He's all sweaty and muscled and nothing like the man I was supposed to marry.
The one buried deep in my mother on my wedding day. What the hell did I know about what I wanted? I spent my entire life listening to my mother. Letting her make decisions for me. What to wear, who to date, my degree, my job, my fiancé. No more. She betrayed me. I ran away from my own wedding, ignoring their pleas and insults. I wasn't a small town woman. I wasn't sticking around. But maybe the gardener with the glistening, tempting abs who caught me watching him is exactly the person I need help me figure out who I was.
Run and hide? I expected that. What I didn't expect was for her to come out and steal my sweaty shirt and pull it over her head. Then insist I invite her out if I wanted it back. It was just a shirt, but she was definitely not just a woman. She was secrets and temptation and fascination. And I was not strong enough to resist. JoelleHe's not the man for me. He's all sweaty and muscled and nothing like the man I was supposed to marry.
The one buried deep in my mother on my wedding day. What the hell did I know about what I wanted? I spent my entire life listening to my mother. Letting her make decisions for me. What to wear, who to date, my degree, my job, my fiancé. No more. She betrayed me. I ran away from my own wedding, ignoring their pleas and insults. I wasn't a small town woman. I wasn't sticking around. But maybe the gardener with the glistening, tempting abs who caught me watching him is exactly the person I need help me figure out who I was.
AndreWas there more to life than love? I sure as hell hoped so since love had evaded me so far. Maybe it was better to stop looking for love and enjoy the scorching hot looks from my small town's newest supposed resident. Living at the local Inn? Not likely. But who was I to judge?And who was I to complain when the tempting, stuffy, curvy stunner stared at me from her bedroom window?I stripped off my shirt and smirked when she realized I caught her watching.
Run and hide? I expected that. What I didn't expect was for her to come out and steal my sweaty shirt and pull it over her head. Then insist I invite her out if I wanted it back. It was just a shirt, but she was definitely not just a woman. She was secrets and temptation and fascination. And I was not strong enough to resist. JoelleHe's not the man for me. He's all sweaty and muscled and nothing like the man I was supposed to marry.
The one buried deep in my mother on my wedding day. What the hell did I know about what I wanted? I spent my entire life listening to my mother. Letting her make decisions for me. What to wear, who to date, my degree, my job, my fiancé. No more. She betrayed me. I ran away from my own wedding, ignoring their pleas and insults. I wasn't a small town woman. I wasn't sticking around. But maybe the gardener with the glistening, tempting abs who caught me watching him is exactly the person I need help me figure out who I was.
Run and hide? I expected that. What I didn't expect was for her to come out and steal my sweaty shirt and pull it over her head. Then insist I invite her out if I wanted it back. It was just a shirt, but she was definitely not just a woman. She was secrets and temptation and fascination. And I was not strong enough to resist. JoelleHe's not the man for me. He's all sweaty and muscled and nothing like the man I was supposed to marry.
The one buried deep in my mother on my wedding day. What the hell did I know about what I wanted? I spent my entire life listening to my mother. Letting her make decisions for me. What to wear, who to date, my degree, my job, my fiancé. No more. She betrayed me. I ran away from my own wedding, ignoring their pleas and insults. I wasn't a small town woman. I wasn't sticking around. But maybe the gardener with the glistening, tempting abs who caught me watching him is exactly the person I need help me figure out who I was.
