Show Me Your Lips (Fleckney Fields Series, Book 3)

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Reads 773
Votes 93
Parts 6
Time 51m

{ON HIATUS} Lauren Harris has always been a background character in the colourful story of Fleckney, an idyllic county historically populated by several families of unnaturally attractive and accomplished people, who tend to find themselves partners of equal merit. 
    
    Lauren has three brothers and a sister who comply with the pattern. Lauren does not. Her occupation is of the most boring kind: she's an accountant for most businesses in the county; she works from the tiny bedroom of her rented cottage, and has no hobbies. As for the looks, the genetic lottery winnings that made her siblings look like Norse demigods - blonde locks, impressive height, wide shoulders, strong long limbs - didn't quite work out in her favour. 
    
    On the other hand, even if she were a charming dainty thing, her chances for any sort of romance are nil. She's either a childhood friend, or a human equivalent of a piece of furniture for the local males - and no one new ever stays in Fleckney long enough. 
    
    Except, one day, she accidentally incapacitates a leather-clad, bovver-boot wearing, late-deafened biker travelling through the county; and now he's stuck with her taking care of him while he recovers. What is she going to do when her guilt quickly develops into sincere affection, mixed with a generous dose of lust?All Rights Reserved

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{ON HIATUS} Lauren Harris has always been a background character in the colourful story of Fleckney, an idyllic county historically populated by several families of unnaturally attractive and accomplished people, who tend to find themselves partners of equal merit. 
    
    Lauren has three brothers and a sister who comply with the pattern. Lauren does not. Her occupation is of the most boring kind: she's an accountant for most businesses in the county; she works from the tiny bedroom of her rented cottage, and has no hobbies. As for the looks, the genetic lottery winnings that made her siblings look like Norse demigods - blonde locks, impressive height, wide shoulders, strong long limbs - didn't quite work out in her favour. 
    
    On the other hand, even if she were a charming dainty thing, her chances for any sort of romance are nil. She's either a childhood friend, or a human equivalent of a piece of furniture for the local males - and no one new ever stays in Fleckney long enough. 
    
    Except, one day, she accidentally incapacitates a leather-clad, bovver-boot wearing, late-deafened biker travelling through the county; and now he's stuck with her taking care of him while he recovers. What is she going to do when her guilt quickly develops into sincere affection, mixed with a generous dose of lust?

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