Recommended By Angela
Recommended By Angela
Harloe Rae is normally a no brainer #1click read for me and the story of Mason and Presley is the perfect example as to why. It is sweet without being cheesey and has some insanely steamy moments that interlace perfectly with the sweet nostalgia that surrounds these two. The angst that comes with second chance romance is my favorite kind and I loved how it really seemed like no time had passed between them. Their bodies, like their minds, remembered each other upon first touch and it even made ME feel butterflies deep within. Archie - Presley’s son - really steals the show here so be prepared to feel the swoon on all levels!
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“Get inside me. I can’t handle foreplay.”
His nose bumps my clit as he dismisses my command. “Just a taste.”
“We’re reaching a point of no return.”
Mason scoops up my palm, lacing our fingers together. “It’s easy to get lost you in, Pep.”
He uses his grip to thrust in and out at a punishing pace. I’m just here for the ride, and he’s proving to be more capable than ever at delivering a thrilling spin. It won’t be a shock if I get bucked off.
Harsh suction hollows her cheeks and I’m hypnotized by the sight. Her mouth is a haven I’d voluntarily chosen to live without. What a stupid, foolish man I’ve been. This raw pleasure—her attempt to suck me dry—is a luxury I’ll never take for granted again.
Like a predator tracking his next meal, I stalk Presley’s every move. Her dress is a tad too tight for my liking. She’s seduction wrapped in midnight fabric. The shade represents filth and sin and every depraved act ramming into me.
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“This doesn’t have to be the end for us.”
Except it was.
What did we know about happily ever after at the age of eighteen?
Mason Braxter was a football legend—destined for glory far bigger than the confines of our small town.
Meanwhile, I had dreams of my own—a simpler life that included staying put and growing roots.
And all those plans of mine were going splendidly.
Until one drunken mishap a month before college graduation left me staring at two pink lines.
Then I was sharing custody with the most unlikely baby daddy.
We’ve figured out a system. Kind of.
I’m rocking this single mom gig. Mostly.
If only I could get a boost in the romance department.
As if summoned by my dry spell, Mason Braxter makes a sudden reappearance in Meadow Creek.
Six years have gone by, yet I can still remember every stupidly sculpted muscle on his body.
How easy it would be to fall back into old habits.
But I’m not that foolish girl anymore.
That doesn’t deter my all-star ex from trying to prove we can do it right this time.
For all his efforts, I might let him scratch my itch once. Maybe twice.
Definitely not thrice.