One phone call changes Hayley's life forever.
Hayley has known nothing, but grief in her life. She's always experinced hate instead of love, fighting instead of gentle caress. All this ends the moment she meets Scott
Scott is a new police officer. First night on the job he gets a disturbance call about a noise complaint. He is shook to the core of the sight he sees. He can't help but check in every chance he gets. Will he be able to show Hayley a new meaning of life. Or, wil it only cause her more pain.
Follow Hayley on her journey to self-recovery, love and hope.
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27 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
27 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
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!
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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.