Challenging Pierce

Challenging Pierce

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❝ you're an addiction waiting to happen ❞ ❥ Ríona Dûsana is a college student-a broke one at that, who is swimming in 14 thousand dollars in student loan debt. Like anyone in her situation, she becomes desperate to come up with the money. But, full time jobs would take away from class time and day time jobs weren't a option. So why not become a stripper? -Unfortunately, her walk home turns into a turmoil of a execution-style murder accompanied by a dark haired man who's eyes alone make her want to get down on her knees. And this time, she's not praying to the heavens above. Instead of trembling from Pierce's sharp eyes, she finds herself trembling for his touch-and the *mindblowing* orgasms he seems to bestow her. And Pierce? Well, he might have just met his match.
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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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