He’s a grumpy bad boy with a chip on his shoulder the size of the state. He’s dark, broody, sexy as hell, and he knows it. I shouldn’t want him so badly. He barely knows I’m alive. Until nature decides to throw us a curve ball. Mother nature… Or fate. Once the clothes come off and secrets are revealed…there's no going back. We both know we’re careening toward a disaster by falling into bed again. But one taste wasn’t enough. It's more like an appetizer for a meal with an endless number of courses. And I’m a starving woman.
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