Oh dear, someone has clearly misheard. I said, “Take me deep, love me hard.” Not “Make me sleep, bore me hard.”
Tag: Christy Carlyle
This is a story that doesn’t need to exist after the first few chapters. So, why even bother? All those wasted words…
At last, a romance only a spoiled millennial brat can love!
To spread or not to spread – a question every virtuous romance heroine ponders for a few minutes before spreading anyway.
This one doesn’t quite hit all the right spots, but still, it tries, and that counts for something, I suppose.