My father's death taught me a lot of things. Most importantly, I needed a child. I had to have a son before my enemies caught up with me. So when Faith came begging for protection, I knew exactly what I wanted. I yearned for her body. Lust raged through me like a wildfire. I longed to make her pregnant with my child. I gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. A life for a life. My protection in exchange for everything she had to offer. I'd die for her, but she would give me a son.
"Skeptical At First But Author Pulled It Off!"
Grant doesn't believe in marriage. It's just not for him. He says it's a false promise, a fairy tale, something you can't count on. So what the hell am I supposed to do? I've been in love with him for 17 years, ever since he first arrived on my father's vineyard. I was in high school at the time, now I'm in my 30s, and I just can't get over him.
"It was different"
I'm a strong girl. I stand up for myself. But no one ever stood up for me before. At least, not until Forrester came along. He's my man and he knows it. Not only does he want me by his side, but he's begging me to give him a child so that his life can be complete and full of love.
My name is Hunter, and when it comes to my woman, I don't play around. I feel her. I protect her. I love her ferociously. Some people say I go too far. They think I deserve to be locked up. I'm not a reasonable man. I've got more blood on my hands than you've ever seen. And I'll tell you right now, I would kill for my woman. Isn't that what it means to truly love someone?
"ZERO STARS - THIS WAS BAD.... REALLY REALLY BAD"
This is no fairy tale. Deacon cares about three things. Getting wasted, getting dirty, and getting his wet mouth between my trembling legs! He's a beast! So what's a smart, curvy girl like me doing, quivering at his every touch? I grew up in the fanciest part of Boston, only daughter to a rich and powerful man. I had everything money could buy, and I was lined up to marry a man just like my father.
I'm Hollywood's hottest bad boy. I have no trouble getting girls to drop their panties...and that's the problem. When you're looking for the thrill of the chase, it's no fun when they jump in your lap. I'm past looking for a quick lay. Meet Reagan. She's no pushover. She knows how to take a man to his very limits. And I'll teach her how to explore her own. She thinks she knows what it's like to be on top? Wait 'til I show her.