Sing For Me
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In all your fantasies you always knew, that man and mystery.................we're both in you
Lisa longs for a fresh start for her and her children but is adamant after everything she has been through to do it alone. So she heads for London a place she had loved since a child, would it be her saving grace. She so wants to be independent but that fear still grips her so tightly what if he, he who had caused her so much pain and had taken everything that made her a woman away from her, what if he was to find her. She believes she is safest on her own with her children in her sweet haven when Mr Langley, Benjamin, Ben her hero, her real life Knight in shining armour unexpectedly wanders into her life offering her just a sweet act of kindness that blows her senses causing her to feel things she had never felt before breaking all her barriers and defences like some crazed Gladiator with a love she never thought a man could give her, allowing her to experience things she had been forbidden in the past
When Ben discovers her painful secret but also her sweet gift his desire to bring it out of her to show her what she is capable of in so many ways is so great that Lisa cant help but allow him to take her on an amazing journey full of devotion, pleasure and happiness but also pain and tragedy can he offer her the safety and security she craves and the love and happiness she deserves.
He turns her world upside down with one whispered command that she can never refuse
Sing For Me
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