This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Thank you for reading books on BookFrom.All rights reserved. To be informed of new releases, special offers, and other Jasinda news, sign up for Jasinda's email newsletter. But, whether you recommend it to anyone else or not, thank you so much for taking the time to read my book! Your support means the world to me!īetter (#1), Wetter (#2), Wilder (#3), On Top (#4) Married (#5)įrom the world of Big Girls and Rock Stars: Big Love Abroad You can also review it on the site from which you purchased it. If you enjoyed this book, you can help others enjoy it as well by recommending it to friends and family, or by mentioning it in reading and discussion groups and online forums. I just knew I didn't want him to leave me alone. Lucian Badd was beautiful, and I was delirious. He just peeled off a thick sweater, a t-shirt, then kicked off his boots. In that water, you would have been gone in another few seconds." He gazed at me steadily, his expression unreadable. "D-d-don't leave me alone," I heard myself say. "I'm Lucian Badd," he said, in a voice like the black silk of midnight, quiet, strong, smooth, dark. I didn't miss that, now that I was dry and wrapped in a thick blanket, and was warming up. Even homeless and wandering, men look.īut not because he didn't want to-I could see his gaze flitting back and forth, as if forcing himself to keep his eyes focused on mine. I've got Mom's body-medium height, narrow in the waist and wide in the hips, thick in the thighs and heavy at the chest. He'd seen me naked, and hadn't so much as glanced away from my eyes for even a split second. When I was dry, he wrapped a furry, fleece-lined blanket around me, the fur tickling my nose.īut his eyes were.I want to say kind, but that wasn't quite the right word. His eyes stayed on mine as he got those last wet things off me, and then he wrapped a thick towel around me and used it to dry me, rubbing vigorously, then helping me to sit on the edge of a bed. Layer by layer he stripped me, his eyes always on mine, until I was down to bra and underwear, and I was too cold to care. I felt him strip off my coat, kneel to take my shoes, gently helping me to sit down on the floor, because I couldn't stand on my own.
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