Recommended By Adrian
Recommended By Adrian
A lot of times in May-December romances, the younger character is often "old beyond their years" or the older character is "young at heart". What I really enjoyed about the is book is that Heather and Noah both acted their age. Heather was not immature, but acted as a 20 year old should act and Noah was your average 35 year old divorced guy. Their love story was romantic and evolved organically, even though the reason Noah came to meet Heather was not. There's a lot of emotion and angst that kept the story flowing nicely. Another great book from Penelope Ward!
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"You want to know what I did with those panties? I put them over my face to smell you. I couldn't get enough. Then I wrapped them around my cock while I jerked off and came all over them. I got so angry at myself for doing it, that I ripped them to shreds. That's how crazy you make me."
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What do you do when a sexy, older man moves into your family’s summer rental?
Well, apparently, you make a fool of yourself—over and over. Things didn’t exactly get off on the right foot with Noah Cavallari. Our first encounter was embarrassing, to say the least.
But despite that, I found myself waking up every day with a newfound energy. Nothing exciting ever happened on the lake—not until Noah moved into the small boathouse on our property. He’d booked it for the entire summer…and I was still trying to figure out why.
When my mother became ill, I inherited the responsibility of making sure our guests were well taken care of. I should have been finishing up college. Instead, I was living my best life…as a maid.
Dark, handsome, and mysterious, everything about Noah screamed forbidden.
I knew he was just passing through town for the summer.
I knew he was probably a little old for me.
Yet, I was drawn to him.
Not to mention, he tried to save my life when he mistakenly thought I was drowning.
I wanted him and made no secret of it.
His own attempts to warn me away soon gave way to late-night moonlight chats by the lake. We were slowly easing into a friendship that was gearing up to explode into something I might not recover from.
Because he’s leaving at the end of the summer.
And I have no idea what I’ll do when August ends.