Filthy Ruck
Did I want to be an exotic dancer for a living? Hell no, but it put food on my table while I worked toward my dream job.
I loved dancing, but it’s a great way to catch the eyes of all kinds of men. Take the Dusk Bay Smashers rugby union team, for example. Arrogant, self assured and determined to get what they want, no matter who they have to crash tackle to get it.
When they set their sights on me, there’s nowhere to run. Not when all I want is to work for the team. I’m going to have to play nice for a while. That’s no so hard when they’re all so attractive.
Of course nothing is ever that simple. Tearing the whole team apart might just be the beginning. If we drop the ball, there might not be anyone left to cross the try line.
**This is an RH/ why choose, rugby/ mafia romance series with adult themes, MM and cliffhangers. Please heed the TWs.**
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