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128 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 6, 2016
*I was provided with a copy of this book in order to conduct this honest review.*
Contrary to the delusions in your head, you’re not every woman’s fantasy.”
“I never wanted to be every woman’s fantasy. Just yours.”

Nothing had burned hotter than him and Leah together. And nothing had been quite so cold as the year that followed, when Leah had iced him out of her life entirely.
Her heart had gotten tangled in it, and what had started as a dangerous knot had turned into a noose that had nearly strangled her. It had taken a year to get over him.
Sweetheart, by the time I’m done with you, sleep will be the last thing on your mind. I guarantee it.”


"Moth, meet flame"




“Leah—”
Her stomach flipped a little. He’d only ever called her Leah in bed. Otherwise it was always Red . “Please don’t,” she whispered.
The first time Leah had seen Jason Rhodes, she’d lost a little part of her soul.
Or at the very least, a little part of her dignity.
Never in her thirty-one years had she encountered a man who’d been able to turn her on just by looking at her.
“Never mind,” she muttered. “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”
“Charming?” he asked.
“Presumptuous,” she corrected. “Contrary to the delusions in your head, you’re not every woman’s fantasy.”
“I never wanted to be every woman’s fantasy. Just yours.”
Leah froze at the unexpected seriousness in his voice. “Jason . . .”


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“Contrary to the delusions in your head, you’re not every woman’s fantasy.”
“I never wanted to be every woman’s fantasy. Just yours.”![]()
“They’d both acted like fourteen-year-olds, not rational thirty something adults. And yet, was there anything really rational about love?”
“He was the helpless moth to her curvy, prickly, hot-as-sin flame.”
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"Leah and I are professionals."

“Okay, I’ll have dinner with you, but as a working dinner. Not a date. I’m convinced we can figure out how to work together in spite of our thorny past.”
He resisted the urge to pump his fist in triumph, and Leah lifted a warning finger. “Again, dinner. I’m not sleeping with you.”
Jason picked up his whisky and threw it back in one swallow before standing and grabbing his bag. Before Leah had a chance to react, he’d moved toward her, shamelessly invading her personal space as he bent down and placed his lips near her ear.
“Sweetheart, by the time I’m done with you, sleep will be the last thing on your mind. I guarantee it.”
“Contrary to the delusions in your head, you’re not every woman’s fantasy.”
“I never wanted to be every woman’s fantasy. Just yours.”