Hard Wood Daddy
Running from a mobster who won’t take no for an answer? Not the romance novel plot I signed up for.
But the triple-sized man lurking in the forest at the end of my desperate bus escape might just be the salvation I never knew I needed.
After one wild, rutting encounter against an oak tree on the outskirts of Paint Forest Camp, I can’t stop fantasizing about those massive hands and even bigger…hard wood. My city-girl brain says “run,” but my body screams “MORE.”
We’re complete opposites—oil and water—but when this wilderness beast gets his first taste of my curves, he becomes absolutely obsessed. And I’m quickly learning just how far this mountain of a man will go to claim me as his own.
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