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Brooklynaire / Sarina Bowen.

By: Material type: TextTextPublisher: [Place of publication not identified] : [Rennie Road Books], 2018Description: 286 pages ; 21 cmContent type:
  • text
Media type:
  • unmediated
Carrier type:
  • volume
ISBN:
  • 9781942444541
  • 1942444540
Subject(s): Genre/Form: Summary: You'd think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team, and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You'd be wrong. For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don't know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard. When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It's what friends do. But what friends don't do is rip off each others' clothes for a single, wild night together. Now she's avoiding me. She say's we're too different, and it can never happen again. So why can't we keep our hands off each other?
Holdings
Item type Home library Collection Call number Materials specified Vol info Status Date due Barcode Item holds
Adult Book Adult Book Main Library Fiction Bowen, Sarina BB 4 Available 33111009188547
Total holds: 0

Enhanced descriptions from Syndetics:

A sexy new standalone from USA Today bestseller Sarina Bowen. You'd think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You'd be wrong. For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don't know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard. When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It's what friends do. But what friends don't do is rip off each others' clothes for a single, wild night together. Now she's avoiding me. She says we're too different, and it can never happen again. So why can't we keep our hands off each other?

You'd think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team, and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You'd be wrong. For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don't know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard. When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It's what friends do. But what friends don't do is rip off each others' clothes for a single, wild night together. Now she's avoiding me. She say's we're too different, and it can never happen again. So why can't we keep our hands off each other?

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