Casual Encounter Vol. 2
When I found out that Cade Shepard was my white knight, I let myself believe that I could fall in love again. And then I realized that everything had been a lie.
Twenty-five year-old Bree Gamble feels betrayed by her best friend after discovering that the man she thought could help her get over her broken heart is nothing more than a paid escort.
But Cade surprises her. He shows up at her door with an apology and a proposal. He offers to teach her how to become the kind of woman that no man will ever be able to refuse. He only has one rule: She can’t fall in love with him or the deal is off.
Will Bree give in to the temptation and risk losing her heart in the process?
The second installment of Casual Encounter by best-selling author M.S. Parker is a must-read seductive roller-coaster.
Great book. Couldn’t. Put it down.
This was hot! I realllly enjoyed this one.
M.S Parker keeps you hanging on and I cant wait to read the next installment!!!
“Come on, Bree. How do you think? A great fuck was the entire reason I wanted you to date my guy in the first place. When you want something done right, hire a pro. Cade’s a gigolo, Bree. A professional escort and lover. A damn expensive one, but worth every penny. Consider it an early Christmas gift. Surprise!”
My best friend’s words still echoed in my mind even though I’d hung up on her more than a minute ago. I kept expecting anger to come to my rescue, to break me from this catatonic state. It might come later, but at the moment, I was numb. I sank back against my pillows and stared at my phone. It vibrated and began to ring. I didn’t even have to look at the screen to know it was Adelle. Even if it hadn’t been her ringtone, I would’ve known it was her.
I turned off the ringer and watched as her call was sent to voicemail. The second time she called, the anger came. Couldn’t she take a hint that I didn’t want to talk to her? Tears stung my eyelids and I squeezed them shut. I didn’t want to cry. I’d spent too much time crying after Ronald had left. I’d shed enough tears over one bastard. I wasn’t about to shed anymore over the one Adelle had paid.