My brother’s best friend is a possessive hunter, possessively protecting animals in South Africa while he hunts poachers all by himself, in the middle of nowhere. And nowhere is exactly where my life is headed if I can’t hunt him down myself and tell this older man about the crush this younger wo
Possessive Valentine (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 95)
✍ Scribed by Ferrari, Flora
- Book ID
- 110193423
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 44 KB
- Series
- A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 95
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B07M82X685
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
A matchmaker service for Valentine’s Day? Hardly romantic. Except when the owner is the modern day version of cupid himself, and the only man I’ve ever loved. Oh, and my brother’s best friend to boot. When this younger woman makes my intentions for this older man known will he give me the boot, telling me to get lost? Or will he kick every other part of his life to the curb, telling me I’m the only one for him, and that any man who messes with me will get a boot in his behind, as we stand side-by-side, forever?
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