He is Ryan Madewell, a drop-dead handsome Harvard grad from one of Manhattan’s wealthiest families, who’s on his way to heading up his father’s media empire.
She is Allee O’Keefe, a beautiful but sassy art school grad from the wrong side of the tracks, who dreams of living in Paris.
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{excerpt}
Thirty minutes later, we stood facing each other in my candlelit bedroom. I thought fucking her would be fast and snappy, just like our first verbal encounter. But it was just the opposite. Slow. Methodical. Sensual.
{my thoughts}
Holy crap, what can I say? This book is emotion packed. When you first meet Allee & Ryan you're probably not going to like Allee...she's a straight talking gal and doesn't sugar coat. Ryan..you'll love. This story is filled with real-life scenarios. It's beautiful and heartbreaking...and since it's an erotic romance there's sex and it's hot. You are going to laugh, swoon, and cry...a lot. Excellent book!!
Polar opposites in almost every way, Ryan and Allee are instantly attracted to each other over a Picasso nude. They share a steamy, addictive love that defies everything--including Ryan’s ruthless father, his revengeful ex-girlfriend, and Allee’s dark secrets. Only, it may end too soon.
Here is an erotic love story that will make you laugh and cry. It will linger in your heart now and forever. Love is never having to say good-bye.
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{excerpt}
Thirty minutes later, we stood facing each other in my candlelit bedroom. I thought fucking her would be fast and snappy, just like our first verbal encounter. But it was just the opposite. Slow. Methodical. Sensual.
Allee
gazed at me for a long while. I was about to make
the first move when she softly said, “Madewell, I’m
gonna undress you.” I
didn’t move a muscle as she expertly lifted my t-shirt
over my head, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them
down my long legs. She then slid down my boxers
and let them fall to my feet. I stepped out of
them, the jeans, and my sockless loafers. I was totally
naked. Her eyes roved up and down my body, lingering
on the hard pillar of flesh between my legs. Smiling,
she ran her fingers down my muscular arms,
slowing over my defined biceps. Seamlessly, she
segued to my ass, outlining the curvature, and then
down to my thighs until she could go no further with out
squatting. My skin tingled beneath the pads of
her fingertips. Her touch was so soft, so sensual, so
soothing.
So the opposite of the caustic girl who had
verbally challenged me the first time I’d met her at
the Met. Perhaps this was the real Allee or, at least,
a different side of her. She
looked straight into my eyes. “Madewell, you have
a nice body. It’s meant to be painted.” “Thanks,”
I mumbled, humbled by her unusual compliment.
She was no bullshitter.
Eager
to see her in the nude, I reached for her blazer.
She forcefully lowered my hand. “Let
me,” she insisted. I had no choice as she shrugged
the jacket off and let it tumble to the floor. I
had to remember that she was very independent and
somewhat of a control freak. For some reason, it
was difficult for her to take things from me, be it money
or a favor. “You
can watch,” she said as she slowly unbuttoned
her white blouse.
{my thoughts}
{giveaway}

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