I’d always wanted my life to be a fairy-tale. Romance and roses, and a white knight sweeping me off of my feet. But at twenty-two, I’d come to realize that I’d been lying to myself; none of that existed.
Gabriella Baine has a way with words. She dreams of one day becoming a staff writer for the biggest TV shows. But dreams don’t pay rent and during a job interview at one of the largest model agencies in the country, she meets fashion photographer, Flynn McCreary. Sparks fly and there’s an intense, visceral pure lust that culminates in the hottest sex Gabriella’s ever experienced. Soon afterwards, Flynn’s gone and once again she realize that her wish for Prince Charming will never come true.
Then she meets the handsome, romantic and mysterious Edward, a man who seems to have it all but is also keeping secrets that could destroy any chance of Gabriella ever finding her happy ever after.
You don’t want to miss the first book in M.S. Parker and Cassie Wild’s newest sexy and twisted collaboration, Pure Lust.
M.S Parker and Cassie Wild are a brilliant writing duo, and I know that each time I turn a page or open a novel I am going to be dazzled or taken to new heights by their brilliance.
-Carrie Renteria , Amazon.com
HOLY SMOKES WHAT A STORY!!! I was captivated from the beginning!! This book has everything to keep you satisfied!! *wink wink* I didn’t want to put it down! This series is going to be one HOT series!!
Well M. S. Parker and Cassie Wild have done it again. An amazing start to another series.
Three steps into the white marble and glass lobby of the Bouvier building and I knew I was so out of my league. The skyscraper housed the largest fashion house in Manhattan and there I was, a tiny little country mouse, dressed in last year’s fashions.
Appointment or not, I didn’t belong here. The suited man behind the counter must have thought so too. I only had a few seconds inside the bright elegance of the lobby before he addressed me coolly, “All visitors must sign in. Name?”
The few people milling about a large square of white leather couches in the cavernous lobby looked up at the sound of my voice. Had I really spoken that loud?
Two bored models sipped sparkling water while a man in a close-fitting, tailored suit strode over to the windows, looking outside, then glared at his watch. The fourth person, a young man with a bright purple shirt glowing from underneath his conservative suit studied me from under his lashes, the look on his face caught between boredom and hostility.