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To my new husband, Sunday was the Lord's day.
To me, Sunday was my day to read raunchy romance novels about rugged men
dominating strong women.
That is, at least until my stepson Nathan got kicked out of college and
home to live with us.
As it turned out, Sunday was his day to watch football.
While he was courteous enough to watch the games on mute, every few minutes he
would yell at the TV, Fucking sack him!
Fuck!
like a fucking barbarian.
I could have gone to my bedroom, but I sort of like reading about animalistic
men right under his nose.
I even started to enjoy his outbursts.
It was like he had so much testosterone coursing through him that he couldn't
help it.
It was sexy.
Fuck! God damn it!
Damn, I thought my porn was fucked up.
I thought you were watching the game.
Halftime.
I think women who read this mud and get off to it, it's pretty hot.
Most men think we're lonely.
Are you?
You know what I like about those books?
You've read a book.
Doesn't matter how wrong it is.
The girl will always say yes.
Chelsea de Olivia is betrothed to Sir Victor of Monaco. But when his brother
Anton, a recluse running from the law, hides out in their villa, Chelsea is
embroiled in a conflict over love and lust.
Can't you stay loyal to a good and honorable man?
Or will her forbidden attraction to danger destroy everything?
Maybe she doesn't end up with the bad boy.
Of course she does.
Women like dangerous men and the fact that she's better.
I don't know about that.
Of course you do.
Being what you want me to be.
It's totally and completely wrong.
Yeah, that's what a girl will do right before they go in for the kiss.
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