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288 pages, Paperback
First published May 31, 2018






“Sex with you is amazing. Euphoric. Out of this fucking world. I’ve never been so in love with a guy’s dick. It’s perfect. Gorgeous. Thick and—”
“I get it. You like my dick.”
“He wants us to see where this goes, to casually date and in the meantime have yummy sex.”
“I come, I come in colors, songs, movements, fabrics. I come in all the ways and at the same time in no other way but this one. I come for him and because of him, and as if he knows this yet isn’t satisfied in my complete undoing nor in taking me every which way possible.”

"I don't want to get myself into trouble or in a position where the first guy I actually react to breaks my heart. But God. Ian Ford. Dirty Workaholic. Hot as the hottest man on the planet. The interest in his eyes is turning my knees to mush..."






“Why does love and romance need to be so damn complicated.”
“I don’t want to get myself into trouble or in a position where the first guy I actually react to breaks my heart. But God. Ian Ford. Dirty Workaholic. Hot as the hottest man on the planet. The interest in his eyes is turning my knees to mush.”











MOGUL was a really sexy & adorable romance!
I REALLY ENJOYED READING IT!
Run to your nearest amazon for your own IAN!
This one is MINE!!! ☺

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. “I want him to want me; that’s not typically me. I’m usually dreading that they’ll call again, Jen.”
“You shouldn’t decide for the world, Sara. The world is fickle and doesn’t even know what it wants. Isn’t it better to let others reject you than you yourself rejecting possibilities before even exploring them?”
“I’m afraid nothing lasts. Nothing, not even life. I’m afraid of attachment and loss and love and even loss of a love such as dancing.”



”You’re dreaming.”
“Of you.”
I want my touch to be the last one on her skin.
He sparks my sparks, all of them.
We’re the song and the dance, the tune and the variation, the violin and the player . . . the ache and the balm that heals it.


