Protecting Phoebe by Shelli Stevens
When an ex is an excuse for sex.
When an ex is an excuse for sex.
Short, nothing special, and forgettable. Kinda like that guy you thought was okay but you could do better.
I bet you can’t wait to play house with the King of Lions and the King of Tigers, guffaw.
The rampant stupidity from the heroine is indeed troubling.
I open this one, I read it, and… wait, it’s over? Just like that?