Stepbrother Inked
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Narrado por:
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Angelise Rosewood
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De:
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Violet Blaze
Sobre este áudio
Forbidden love shouldn't feel so good. It also shouldn't hurt so much.
How could the one person I can't have be the only person I truly need?
Florian Harper Riley has my heart, and he doesn't even know it. I used to think that was okay, that I'd get over him, but no matter how hard I try, I can't purge his sharp green gaze from my thoughts. He's a tattoo artist, the love of my life, and the man of my dreams.
But he's also my stepbrother. Fate can be wicked cruel.
This is a full-length stand-alone novel from debut author Violet Blaze (and it's hot!)
Excerpt:
"Well, what are you waiting for, Abi? Take your pants off."
The words went straight through me, piercing my heart like an arrow. Between my legs, an insistent throbbing began that I didn't know how to control. Wow.
"All the way off?" I asked, knowing that was a stupid question. Florian laughed at me, hunching back over the table, pencil sliding across the page like it was nothing, like he could do this in his sleep.
"Unless you want to do it with your pants tangled around your ankles." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Which I'm not opposed to."
I huffed, knowing he was just teasing me and sat up, pulling off the gray leather boots I'd put on in an attempt to look somewhat stylish. Walking into this shop was like walking into a lion's den, one filled with gorgeous, perfectly put-together lionesses, dressed up like wafer thin models. I knew I'd never match up to them, no matter how hard I tried, but I couldn't seem to keep myself from trying. A pair of boots and some nice jeans weren't fooling anyone though; I had breasts and hips, and a stubborn layer of extra padding that nobody wanted to see. I knew I wasn't fat (I wasn't that delusional yet), but I also knew I wasn't winning any beauty contests.
©2015 Caitlin Stunich (P)2015 Caitlin Stunich