Recommended By Jean
Recommended By Jean
One thing I always love about Alexandria Sure's books is the characters! This one is no exception. It's an adorable romance with a wonderful cast of characters, including a surprising pet. This one is fade to black, so there is no smut, but the story still left me with a flutter in my chest! I love Jurnee's spunk and determination, and Anderson is super yummy. His bewilderment as he falls for Jurnee is just adorable. Grab this one today if you are in the mood for a fun read!
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She smiled down at me. Slowly, her lips pressed against mine. Our bodies intertwined as I pushed my rock0hard excitement against her. Her moaning is going to be the death of me too.
He slowly lowered his lips to within an inch of mine, pausing before giving me a gentle kiss. Everything faded away and I was left with Anderson overwhelming all my senses. It was not lost on me that I was beginning to feel a new sense of contentment when I was with him.
His lips pressed against mine, and he pulled me into him. The crowd around us cheered. The sound exploded around the stadium. This was happening in front of the world, and I could not have cared less in that moment.
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My Thursday afternoon meeting was a no show. Imagine my surprise when a drenched, flustered brunette slipped into the booth across from me, acting like she was supposed to be there.
When she slipped back out with a snappy goodbye, I never thought I’d see her again.
Until I walked into my Friday morning meeting.
At first, I didn’t recognize her—she was dry this time. But from the look on her face, she recognized me.
When she gave the worst pitch I’ve ever sat through, I thought my boss, and mentor, was going to show her the door—except he accepts the proposal and tells me we have to work together.
I didn’t anticipate I would like her, let alone be interested in her. Sure, she was hot and sassy.
But something about her rubbed me the wrong way.
And yet I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
So, when she leaves the room and her phone chimes with a new text, I knew I wasn’t supposed to look.
I also knew I wasn’t supposed to cancel her date for later that evening.
And I definitely knew I wasn’t supposed to delete the entire exchange, so she had no idea what I’d done.
But I did. And then I showed up at the restaurant, pretending like this was all a big coincidence.
When the date is over, I want more. I need more.
We start pretend-dating because she needs practice, and I tell myself, New York’s most eligible billionaire bachelor, that this is just a bit of fun.
What could possibly go wrong?