I should have freaking known.
How dense can one girl be?
If it’s too good to be true, then it is.
If he’s too nice, smiles too perfectly, says all the right things, then he probably isn’t prince charming. Nope. Of course he’d be freaking married. And I didn’t see it.
So here I am, in a city that I hate doing a shoot I don’t want to do.
That’s what I have to keep telling myself.
It’s time to swear of smooth talking men and just focus on the only true loves in my life: photography and Dozer, my dog.
Stupid Hearts, I
personally love the name and the idea behind the novella. A photographer who just got played in the
worst way. So to say that she doesn’t
want to get involved with anyone else at this moment is an understatement, well
that is until the guy she met at the bar just keeps showing up. And holy sexy Irishman he could stalk me any
day. She has to do a photo shoot that
let’s just say makes her a little stabby at times when it comes to the models
lol. This is a good quick, sexy read,
that also shows that even if you have been hurt before not every man will do
the same thing. Did I absolutely love
it? Sadly I didn’t but I did like
it. I think if this would have been
extended into a full length novel, one that could have made the readers have
that full connection with the characters then that like would have been love. This is the first time I have read anything
from the author but I can say with a certainty that it will not be the last.
We walked through the marble infested lobby, got in the elevator and attacked.
Seth pressed me up against the mirrored wall, pulling my leg onto his hip. He lightly bit from my collar bone to my chin while I slowly rubbed his growing erection. He growled into my neck making my clit pulse with need.
“God, it’s been too long.” I huffed into his ear as he reached up my tank top and under my bra, tugging on my nipples just the way I loved it.
The elevator slowed, forcing us to pull away from each other, but just until we were behind the closed door of his suite.
I went right to the bed, slipped off my boots and stripped down to my bra and panties.
Seth groaned as he watched me slowly undress from the other side of the bed where he was standing already in his birthday suit stroking his erect member slowly. “Put your boots back on. Never leave them off, Jolene. Never.”
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I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams. I have a full time "day job" and by night I am author. I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.
Please feel free to contact me to chat about my writing, books you think I'd like or just to shoot the, well you know.
A portion of all my royalties are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.
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