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180 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 1, 2013


"His voice sent chills down my spin, the man had a fucking awesome voice, all dark and rumbling. It was like sex, covered in chocolate, decadent and so very bad for you, but so good you couldn't deny yourself any of it, just like the rest of him."
"Not to toot my own horn, but toot, motherfucking toot, I'd even won a few awards for my work and boasted the title of the only female artist in town."
"Babe, if you don't quit it, you're going to find yourself bent over this counter with that sexy-ass skirt around your waist, and I won't give a shit who walks in..."
"I wasn't good enough for a woman like Scarlett, but she made me want to be the person she deserved."
"You have a dirty mouth, Babe. Need me to fill it again?"
"She'd just get in a snit and make me wanna screw her seven ways from Sunday again...", he wants her when she's sleepy, or sad...when she gets dressed or undressed...to be quite blunt, MACE IS A HORNDOG! And the way he goes about it was hilarious. There's nothing sexier than a man who just flat out wants his woman all of the time, no matter the time of day, what she looks like, or what kind of mood he's in. It's a turn on, and Scarlet met him hump for hump.

"My hands started at her knees running slowly up her legs to her waxed folds, tugging on her magic little ring, setting off her orgasm as she screamed out and ground down on me causing a deep growl to tear from my throat. I gripped her hips and lifted her slightly. Grabbing my cock in my hand, I rubbed the tip between her folds. Knowing just how wet she was, I pulled her down hard and fast, impaling her and almost coming the second her walls clamped tight. My dick pulsing, I held her still. “Don’t move, babe. You feel too damn good.” The second I had it under control, I lifted her to the tip and drove her down hard again. She gasped, head thrown back, then righted herself, hands in her hair and found her rhythm which was enough to drive me outta my mind."


„You were just supposed to be a one night stand but you poked my eye and kissed me sweet and listened to my car. Now, I kinda wanna keep you.”









This was my love, her love— torn, damaged, broken, ripped apart and put back together. This was our tattered love.



“Babe, if you don't quit it, you’re going to find yourself bent over this counter with that sexy-ass skirt around your waist, and I won’t give a shit who fucking walks in.” His breath blew on my sensitive skin sending a pool of wetness into my pretty panties.
“Starting to get it now, aren’t you? I’m gonna get what I want here , Scar. Forget casual sex, babe; this isn’t just a bit of fun,” he said, snuggling his face into my neck.

“You went out and spent a fortune on God knows how many pots of flowers, dug up half my front lawn, and planted them in a heart shape bigger than me? Because you love me and you want everyone to know?” she summarized, looking slightly annoyed. Damn, she was cute when she pulled the cranky face.
Keep your head, heels and standards high.




Tattered Love by Lola Stark




“You were just supposed to be a one night stand but you poked my eye, and kissed me sweet and listened to my car. Now, I kinda wanna keep you.”


“My God, Mace was all man, the kind of man every warm-blooded woman would love to take home for the night, tie to her bed and let loose on. Sitting this close to him, my mind conjured up a long list of things I could do, just with my mouth.”







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