His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection
Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer.
Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way.
And then I met Damian Holt.
He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance
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