Does Mr. Right truly exist?
Long ago, Alicia Winters thought she had found him in Rick Hinder, her high
school crush. She confessed all to him. He knew all her secrets, even the one
that could break her. She wrote what she held in her heart. The love and
romance she hoped to find one day.
Senior year she confessed that she had fallen in love with him. He made it all
too clear that he would never feel the same.
She drowned herself in her work. Both outside the home and her fantasy work of
writing Erotic Romance. If she couldn’t find Mr. Right, she would create him.
At 29, she is still beautiful. However, the only men she seemed to attract were
scum. “Fuck romance and fuck men!” That was Alicia ‘s moto after a string of
romances gone wrong. Not just a few, but several over years of trying to find
Now the one man who broke her all those years ago is back and her lonely world
is turned upside down when he isn’t the only one who wants her.
Rick Hinder is running for his life. The men he owes money to want repaid any
way they can get it.
Going to his younger brother, Gage is out of the question. They may be brothers
but Gage is a cop and cops don’t help people like him. However, he needs cash
Fate is a cruel bitch.
He thinks he has found his way out with Alicia. He is counting on the fact she
still feels something for him. If he can play her, win her heart, he’s a shoe
in for the money she’s made writing.
She has to have money, right? All authors rake in the money. He’ll just use the
one secret she told him. He will be the man of her dreams. She will never know
nothing to protect the woman he loves.
leaving the bike running will work her up more. “I bet,” she says a little
breathlessly, “Don’t you ever worry about getting shot? I know I would worry
thumbs along the hem of her dress then under. Her hands tighten at the nape of
my neck. “Ya, I worry some,” I say with a shrug and lean close to her ear. “I’m
glad you would worry about me.” Then I take her ear lobe between my teeth and
feel my cock stiffen.
to hers. I slip my hands under her dress and find no barrier. I pull back and
growl, “You’re fucking bare!”
for you Gage.”
bottom of her dress up around her waist, thrust two fingers inside her, and she
stars to ride them. “So fucking wet,” I say against her neck. “I’m so goddamn
hard right now I could burst.”
could find. That’s when her passion of writing was born. When she was
10, she started writing short stories and poems and kept quite a collection.
together for 15 years. In 1999, she introduced the world to her first
born, Brandi, and again in 2000, Sarah.
time with her beautiful family and the addition of two dogs named Izzy and
James, and Poe.