The two of us, we didn’t speak the same language. And it wasn’t like I needed him to talk. He could just sit there and look pretty and my night would be better for it.
This is the End, Baby War & Peace #7 by K. Webster Publication Date: May 23, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance Purchase: Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUS | Nook | Apple | Kobo ***This is the seventh and final book in the series. First six books must be read…
They say the king is the most powerful piece on the board.
However, they haven’t met me.
This queen knows all the rules. She plays the game better than him.
In my game, the queen can knock the king right off the board.
Vee fell for the right guy wrong bad guy. I devoured this book and it is my second most favorite in this War and Peace Series. I love it when the bad guy is maybe the good guy. ***This is the sixth book in the series. First five books must be read in order…
His dark, broody eyes will be my guide through this darkness, helping sort out the mess. He’s my opposite, piecing me back together
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Two interconnected stories. Two taboo treats.
A kickass heroine (Literally. She can
kick anyone’s ass.). A tough, tattooed, nipple-pierced, hero with a soft side.
There’d been no question at all.
He was claiming sweet Carolina for his own.
The game was over and they stole the victory away from ME.
Cheating. Lies. Corruption. Death.
This pawn never stood a chance.
But then he came for ME.
He plucked ME from my nightmare and kept me safe.
Love every chapter in this book. If you are fan of M. Robinson and wonder what is happening with her characters. GET this book. Everything about this is hot, steamy and very sexy.
Stars dance behind my eyelids. Angles begin to sing. Or maybe that’s just me as I sing Parker’s praises.