Wednesday, November 2, 2016

The Player by Claire Contreras

Warren was not a man to mince his words, “and eff you,” he said, bringing his face closer, until his lips were beside my ear and his voice was more of a purred growl. “I really, really want to eff you, pretty girl." I really liked that Warren knew not to argue with his woman, “baby,” I said, but the look she gave me made me shut my mouth. I shrugged and looked around the room. “She’s the boss.” I loved this book.

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