-Titulo Original : Heart Of Hope
-Fabricante :
Bloom Books
-Descripcion Original:
Why would a professional hockey player fly out here, seduce me, and then vanish again? I cant believe I fell for a liar. I was an idiot. A blinded-by-lust, hopeful idiot who threw myself into bed with a sexy stranger, invited him to dinner with my entire family, and then woke up alone to a note. I hope you can forgive me for lying. Ha. Like thats ever going to happen. If Beau French or Evanko or whatever the hell his name is ever shows his hot, bearded face in this town again, Ill make sure he regrets it. To be fair, I practically threw myself at his crotch. And okay, fine. Getting naked with him was the first time Id felt anything worth feeling since losing my little sister. Its almost kinda nice to be fueled by the fires of rage instead of the numbness of grief. But Im certainly not going to thank him for lying and then sneaking out of my bed like a thief in the midafternoon. Thankfully, I have my older sisters Christmas wedding to distract me. Theres no way hed show his face there. Besides, theres no excuse good enough to make me forgive him.
-Fabricante :
Bloom Books
-Descripcion Original:
Why would a professional hockey player fly out here, seduce me, and then vanish again? I cant believe I fell for a liar. I was an idiot. A blinded-by-lust, hopeful idiot who threw myself into bed with a sexy stranger, invited him to dinner with my entire family, and then woke up alone to a note. I hope you can forgive me for lying. Ha. Like thats ever going to happen. If Beau French or Evanko or whatever the hell his name is ever shows his hot, bearded face in this town again, Ill make sure he regrets it. To be fair, I practically threw myself at his crotch. And okay, fine. Getting naked with him was the first time Id felt anything worth feeling since losing my little sister. Its almost kinda nice to be fueled by the fires of rage instead of the numbness of grief. But Im certainly not going to thank him for lying and then sneaking out of my bed like a thief in the midafternoon. Thankfully, I have my older sisters Christmas wedding to distract me. Theres no way hed show his face there. Besides, theres no excuse good enough to make me forgive him.
