Forever Young

Forever Young

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Sep 23, 2018
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Fiction
Romance
McKenna Wilder is dying. She knows it, her friends know it, and her mom does too. The doctors said she only has one month, and then they let her out of the hospital. And she made a bucket list. "Number One: go skinny dipping." I smile at the mere thought, grab a towel, and head down to the lake. But then she meets someone who's apparent life goal is to rip a hole in her heart, and someone else who's life goal is to fix her. Which one, in the end, will have McKenna's heart? Well I guess you'll have to read to find out. Mild language and sexuality. P. S. I have very slow updates lol P. S. S. Please don't not read my books because of this♥♥
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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