Wednesday, December 30, 2015

KIDNAPPING THE BRAZILIAN TYCOON by Carmen Falcone



When Bruno let his guard down I found I liked him a lot more, “I wasn’t going down that road, but, yes, I particularly like you when you are naked.” He gave a hearty chuckle. He stepped closer, and closer, and she backed up until she could feel the rough walls of the hut brushing against her back. “And squirming.” I liked this book. I liked Bruno.

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