“What happens when ten foot tall and bulletproof asks you to spend thirty days alone with him?” — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“What happens when ten foot tall and bulletproof asks you to spend thirty days alone with him?” — Aria Cole Copy Share Image
