| Author: | Piper Rai | ISBN: | 9781502202109 |
| Publisher: | Langley's Lovelies | Publication: | September 28, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Piper Rai |
| ISBN: | 9781502202109 |
| Publisher: | Langley's Lovelies |
| Publication: | September 28, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Regina Worth is missing something. Despite her best efforts, her life is falling apart around her. Every day is the same secluded routine, and it's starting to wear on her nerves. She finds herself lashing out at everyone around her, and there is no end in sight. But when a chance encounter brings her face to face with a ruggedly handsome Ice Cream man, she may learn to cool off after all. Somewhere between his chiseled abs and silky smooth wordplay, Regina finds that the only way to chill out, is to heat things up. Warning, this story contains over 3,500 very explicit words.
Snippet:
"Hey dickshit!" I shouted as I approached the much hated Van. When I got around to the window, I saw something that left me speechless and I am very, very rarely speechless. The man behind the counter was nothing like I had imagined. He was young, maybe ten years younger than me, and fit. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a shaggy five-o'clock shadow like he was born for it too.
"Dickshit?" He asked with a gleaming smile, "Never heard that one before."
I stood silently, just staring at him. All my images of creepy old men and clowns pulling kids over the counter were falling to pieces around me."
Regina Worth is missing something. Despite her best efforts, her life is falling apart around her. Every day is the same secluded routine, and it's starting to wear on her nerves. She finds herself lashing out at everyone around her, and there is no end in sight. But when a chance encounter brings her face to face with a ruggedly handsome Ice Cream man, she may learn to cool off after all. Somewhere between his chiseled abs and silky smooth wordplay, Regina finds that the only way to chill out, is to heat things up. Warning, this story contains over 3,500 very explicit words.
Snippet:
"Hey dickshit!" I shouted as I approached the much hated Van. When I got around to the window, I saw something that left me speechless and I am very, very rarely speechless. The man behind the counter was nothing like I had imagined. He was young, maybe ten years younger than me, and fit. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a shaggy five-o'clock shadow like he was born for it too.
"Dickshit?" He asked with a gleaming smile, "Never heard that one before."
I stood silently, just staring at him. All my images of creepy old men and clowns pulling kids over the counter were falling to pieces around me."
