Pop. It’s a drink. It’s a name. For me, pop was the sound my cherry still hadn’t made. I was twenty-two and still a virgin. I thought it was because of my curves, but my friend said it was because I’m too picky. Maybe she’s right. In this small town, there aren’t a lot of eligible men to choose from
Sucker: a BBW Valentine's Romance (Sweet Curves Book 6)
✍ Scribed by Megan Wade
- Book ID
- 110536117
- Year
- 2020
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 111 KB
- Series
- Sweet Curves 6
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B0847BKGR8
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
Suckers. They’re sweet and sticky, and when I was a kid, my dad’s best friend would give me a cherry-flavored sucker, pat me on the head and call me, angel. He was one of my favorite people. But as I grew, the suckers stopped, and he stopped visiting too. I wasn’t allowed to say his name either, and it wasn’t until I turned eighteen that I learned the truth: he cheated my dad out of a lot of money. Deciding to be the person who does something about it, I borrow a friend’s ID and infiltrate his firm as an intern. I want to find proof of what he did. I want to find a way to make him pay. Instead, I find something I’m not expecting, not in a million years. Landon James is all man. And he’s been watching over me. Why does that make me all warm inside? And why do my knees shake when he calls me angel? One thing is for sure, everything I thought was right is now wrong. Does that mean my feelings are wrong too?
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