Wait For Me: Swoon Series
✍ Scribed by J.H. Croix
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 109 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
He makes an offer I can’t refuse. I never thought I was saving myself for anyone. Until Lucas. Lucas: My priorities are my daughter and my job as a first responder. Romance isn’t even on the radar. Until one little package changes everything. In a single mind-blowing hour, I end up with a package meant for Valentina Smith, and I find out she’s a virgin. I won’t even mention what’s in that package. Next thing I know, my other brain gets the best of me. Valentina deserves the best, so that brain says, running my mouth like it has no business. I don’t expect to fall for her. So hard it brings me to my knees. Did I mention she’s meant to be worshipped? Valentina: O.M.G. Hotter than sin Lucas Cole got my package. And opened it. I just knew God had it in for me. I’ve got a problem to solve with just the solution. Until Lucas ends up with my, ahem, toy. Lucas is everything I can’t have—hot, broody, and the kind of guy who rescues people for a living. I don’t need to be rescued, but I wouldn’t mind a taste of the rest. He makes an offer I can’t refuse. I never thought I was saving myself for anyone. Until Lucas. *This is a full-length, standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA.
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