My heart had been broken by too many men, and I didn’t have time to be somebody’s girlfriend. My life was about me. And then I met Mr. Hot-AF. For the first time in my life, desperate desire overpowered me. I couldn’t control myself. I had never felt anything like it. I wanted to rip his clothes off, kiss his abs, and make love to him all night long. I wanted to feel his muscles. I wanted him to hold me. I needed to look deep into his chocolate eyes and be transported to a different world.
And so it happened.
I had the best, most-intense, lust-filled night of my life.
It was worth every second. It was everything I imagined and more. And then I saw him again. And again. And again.
But if I wasn't careful, I was going to fall in love…
Poppy Adams has worked as a documentary filmmaker for the BBC and the Discovery Channel. She lives with her husband and three children in London, where she is working on her next book.
0.5 Star 2023 ⬇️0️⃣ 📖✅ 4 Stars 2019 Ok what the actual fuck? Are we supposed to forever the blonde at the beginning or the brunette after they broke up? Like what the actual work? The H feels insincere and a manwhore, it feels icky when he calls her babe or honey because apparently they don’t know each other names even though they exchanged names like not two paragraphs earlier and decide to forget that it happened. No real connection, this book is shit and makes me want to fucking burn it. The only reason I actually finished it because I was waiting for explanation about the OW or even the H POV would probably makes it a bit better but no. It was a waste of time.