A Sizzling Prequel to Forbidden Pleasures!
Every night, when I go to sleep, I wonder if I’m going to see them, hear them, feel them. For thirteen years, my life was hell and now I’m just trying to keep all the broken pieces together so I can have a somewhat normal life. Then I had to meet him and everything changed.
Twenty-two year-old Jenna Lang is one of the best computer techs in Colorado, if not the country. Known for her eccentric appearance as much as for her intelligence, she keeps all of her secrets closely guarded, never letting anyone close. And no one has ever really tried. Not until twenty-eight year-old billionaire Rylan Archer decides to test the walls Jenna’s put up, forcing her to wonder if maybe it’s time to let someone in.
Wow! Introducing Jenna in this prequel was brilliantly written. With valuably hidden messages and cleverly detailed scenarios, M.S. Parker’s newest series is going to be outstanding! Jenna’s sexual desires, intelligence and a secretive past kept me intrigued throughout the book. Unveiling her darkest hopes and fears is going to be tough. Can she allow anyone to penetrate her walls? Will Rylan push her too far? Or win her over? Broken Pleasures 0.5 has a message and it was well received. I can’t wait for Forbidden Pleasures.
Parker has done it again, she gets you hooked …
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Parker has done it again, she gets you hooked from the first page. Loving get Rylan and Jenna and looking forward to finding out what makes them both tick. Bring on 1th Feb….Forbidden Pleasures
It happened during my last session with my court-appointed therapist. She’d given me two pieces of advice that I decided to follow. The first was to not let anyone define who I was, to be an individual who was comfortable in her own skin. The second was to have a healthy sex life. I remember thinking that was kind of strange, considering I was only eighteen at the time.
Somehow, I doubted this was what she pictured when she’d imparted those words of wisdom.
The man beneath me moaned as I rode him. The muscles in my thighs were starting to burn with each rise and fall, but I didn’t slow. I kept my eyes open, my head down, but I barely registered the pretty-boy features of the young man I’d picked up just an hour ago. My hands splayed on his muscular chest, helping me balance.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight.”