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Rook Walsh appeared out of nowhere like a dark angel sent to steal my soul. And I could just tell that she was broken, and beaten, and scared. So I made her an offer of a lifetime. She needed a job and I needed a certain "type" of girl for a modeling contract worth millions of dollars called Tragic. I was warned to keep my hands to myself. I was warned not to get involved. I was warned not to ruin her. (The way I ruined the last one.) But I don’t take orders - I give them.

I get it. Stripping naked and letting your boyfriend’s best friend paint your body in order to sell custom motorcycles isn’t the ideal way to start a brand-new relationship. Add in a TV reality show, another best friend who seems determined to make me notice him, and the little fact that in order to get paid I will have to strut my stuff in public wearing nothing but body paint. Yeah. There’s not a chance in hell that Ronin is going to be okay with all this.

Ford Aston is not too picky about what he wants out of Christmas. He's not into this holiday - like at all. He doesn't do presents or family dinners or parties or church. He does pets. And he's got one lined up for Christmas Eve. In fact it's the highlight of his day. And if he can get through drop-in visits, nosy 12-year-olds, an inappropriate conversation with his best friend's girlfriend, dinner with a family that's not his, and a party at his mother's house - well, he might just get home in time to enjoy himself with a stranger and make it all okay.

Murielle rookt een verboden sigretje wijl haar man gaat tennissen. Staat hij daar niet onverwacht terug zeker? Verkeerde schoenen mee verdorie. Hij vraagt zich af waar die geur vandaan komt. Het is toch zeker zijn lieve vrouwtje niet dat rookt? En waarom draagt ze haar dure sexy kleedje dat dient voor speciale gelegenheden terwijl de houthakker nog moet langs komen om een ster hout te leveren? Ze zal toch zeker wel oppassen dat ze haar kleedje niet vuil maakt tijdens deze vervelende maar noodzakelijke levering van hout voor de kachel.

The morning after a night of drinking and debauchery at a high-class gentlemen's club, I stumble across the mother of my best friend sunning herself in her backyard. Her skimpy bikini leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, and her tight, sexy body reminds me of someone. There's no way she could be that amazing stripper from last night, could she?