Bradley’s Whistle
Was he a hitman? A Navy Seal? Gigolo? I had no idea what Bradley Emerson did for a living. I’d figure it out though, secrets didn’t sit well with me and I loved a challenge. ~ Wiska
I wanted her. I didn’t want to want her, but the brain in my head was no longer in control of this vessel. Wanting her went against my rules, but apparently my male member was a rule breaker. ~ Bradley
By Kirsty Dallas
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Bradley is one of those men who like to exaggerate, “eff, Decker, what have you gotten me into? I’m going to kick you in the balls next time I see you. Eff that, I’m going to pay someone else to kick you in the balls." Wiska that girl is an odd duck, the things that come out of her mouth, “do your pubes go grey when you get older?” I have no doubt the shock inside me was mirrored on my face. “Well, your hair goes grey, your facial hair goes grey, so what about your pubes?” Wiska likes to make sure her man is taken care of, "when he would have dropped his hands to tend to his grapefruit sticky groin, I raised a hand to stop him. “I messed it up, I’ll clean it up,” I said as I stepped into the shower." I loved this book it was funny, entertaining and engaging the characters were well developed.
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Alex Crockford
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I grew up on the beaches of North Queensland, Australia before migrating south to the iconic Gold Coast in 1995. I traded the surf and my bikini for pajama's and a computer when I embarked on writing professionally in 2012.
I write first and foremost for myself. I write characters and ideas that come from my heart, then take shape and evolve into entire landscapes in my mind.
I am fascinated with most creative outlets --- photography, art, music, you name it, I love it. I don't take life too seriously and I love to hear from fans and other like-minded, creative people. So drop me a line or come hang out on Facey or over at the Twitter-verse!
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