“Thirty days with me.” I slid the pad of my thumb down her cheekbone. “In my home. In my bed. Thirty days of pleasure and being worshiped like the queen you are. And after, if you want to walk away,… — Aria Cole Copy Share Image
“You were this bright light. With every letter, it was like a little piece of home.” — Aria Cole Copy Share
“I don’t think I’m the kind of girl you’re looking for,” she shot back, yanking her chin away. I laughed, pushing a hand through… — Aria Cole Copy Share
“Thirty days with me.” I slid the pad of my thumb down her cheekbone. “In my home. In my bed. Thirty days of pleasure… — Aria Cole Copy Share
“You’re exactly the girl I’m looking for. You are the kind of girl every red-blooded man is looking for. You are the girl I… — Aria Cole Copy Share
“What happens when ten foot tall and bulletproof asks you to spend thirty days alone with him?” — Aria Cole Copy Share
