Wednesday, July 1, 2015
The Prince and I by Karen Hawkins
Max has this charm about him and I fell madly in love, “if I had walked down the street and politely knocked upon your door, your giant might have come off his leash.” Her lips quirked despite herself. His gaze flickered over her, his eyes darkening. “I did not expect to find you so . . . exposed, dorogaya moya.” Max is a man who can be honest, “you may be right. You excite me so much— too much for control.” He kissed her nose. “If we can find privacy again, I promise you much more than seven desperate minutes.” There was action, adventure, love and Max he was a great guy and I loved him and Tata Natasha was a damn hoot.
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