Bookshop owner, Georgie Jensen, is done with shallow jerks.Her Own the Eights blog dishes out advice on how to steer…
I’ve spent the last five years without her and I refuse to waste another day. I have a solid plan. All of my figurative ducks are in a row. I’m going balls to the wall, and I’m not stopping until I win back the only girl I’ve ever loved.
The attraction between us is undeniable and something we can’t ignore.
But there’s a secret that threatens to come between us. When we uncover more than we should, things become dangerous.
Premium scotch aged to perfection, making money before sunrise, nine holes of golf and interesting conversation. Those are the things most known about me. Toss in a leggy brunette or a stunning redhead at a society event for good measure and there’s a story to amuse the public. But, my story goes deeper—to the past that I left behind.
Sooner or later past and present collide. I never dreamed Stevie Brockman would be part of both.
Brainy girl with a dash of bad.
The one who got under his skin.
The one he cut loose.
Devilish good looks.
A voice that commands attention.
Thanks to their busy schedules, neither’s dated in ages.
Each is experiencing a sexual famine that can only be remedied by a feast— a MAN FEAST.
When they agree to a no-strings night of passion, their sexual chemistry is off the charts.
And these two opposites soon realize there’s a fine line between love and hate.
“The problem with that is you can’t always tell the crazy ones. I didn’t know Liv was nuts until I told her she wasn’t getting the cock any more.” I ponder this. “Maybe it’s my cock that makes them crazy.”
I shake my head at Bertie’s thoughtfulness. The woman’s heart is the biggest I’ve ever seen or come across. She’s something else. I down the pills then decide on another hot shower.