He was supposed to collect a debt, but they both ended up with more than they bargained for. Tax Draconi had been on the path of destruction for 14 years for a debt Mia owed him. The man who performed the supposed task was there for vengeance. Little did she know what happened that night wasn’t supposed to end up with her being pleasured. But adrenalin and desire overcame her fear as she relished the experience. While waiting for the day to come, she convinced herself she would stop it when it happens. On a whim, she submitted her application, but regretted it immediately. That was until her best friend informed her of a company that offered a safe option for a depraved fantasy many women would never dare admitting. Mia Tibbett was a successful, normal woman just happily living her everyday life. We will promote after we read your book and we feel that it is a book our readers will enjoy.There are just some debts that cannot be forgiven. Please read the rule before promoting here.ġ)Members of the group will receive link to the bestselling 99 cent book in their inbox.Ģ)The number of books will be Maximum 1 in a day.ģ)Authors please post only 99 cent book here.Ĥ) If books pricing more than 99 cent are found here, it will be removed and the author will be banned from group.ĥ) No free books please, it creates a lot of confusion for reader to choose a book.Ħ) If you want us to notify members about your new 99 cent release, the read the following. Authors can also promote their books pricing 99 cent. If you love books then this group is for you. We give you the best books pricing 99 cents from amazon. Authors can also Welcome to 99 cent Bestseller. “Goodnight Shy,” he says as if dismissing me from his presence. Every word, every touch, every action tonight was an implication. I turn to face him again and bid him goodnight. There is nothing, not another touch, not a kiss. I hold my position for a second more than I should, but it feels so tortuously long. How can just the faintest touch from this man set me off like this? Please kiss me.
Each caress of his fingertips feels like one thousand little sparks. “Thank you Shy,” As he says this he takes both of his hands, grabbing each shoulder of the jacket and oh so slowly pulls it off of me, grazing my bare arms and back as he pulls it off. “You forgot your jacket.” It is still on my shoulders. I knock on his door, his lips slightly open when he sees me on the other side. I can use this to have just one more moment with him tonight.
Just as I am about to enter mine, I remember I have his jacket. “When we arrive on our floor we head to our rooms, politely bidding each other goodnight.
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