Author: Isla ChiuPublisher: Isla Chiu
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 55
Book Description
This collection contains 3 hot stories with obsessed alpha males who will do anything TO HAVE HER. Includes MY FIRST THEFT WENT A LITTLE LIKE THIS; YOU'RE MINE, WIFE; and WANTING HIS STUDENT. MY FIRST THEFT WENT A LITTLE LIKE THIS My first theft went a little like this... I just wanted to steal one bag of chips. Instead, I end up stealing the heart of a handsome millionaire... YOU'RE MINE, WIFE When my wife serves me divorce papers, I lose my s**t. But I'm going to remind her that she's mine. And she's going to stay with me till death do us part. Whether she likes it or not. ***A sexy short story featuring an over-the-top alpha male who is beyond obsessed with his wife and is never going to let her go!*** Excerpt: I say, "The next words coming out of that pretty little mouth better be 'I have come to my senses, dear husband, and I shall ask for a divorce no more.'" "You're so stubborn." "You haven't seen stubborn yet." My fingers twitch with the desire to tie her to the bed; I settle for wrapping my arms around her and putting my hand on the small of her back. "Shouldn't you be at work?" "I'm exactly where I need to be." I kiss her shoulder, then sink my teeth into her skin, marking her with a love bite. "You're the CEO. You shouldn't be playing hooky. Doesn't that set a bad example for your employees?" "When you're the boss, you have the privilege of being able to tell people, 'Do as I say, not as I do.'" WANTING HIS STUDENT I shouldn't want her, but I do. Alicia Liu is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met, and I want to make her mine. But there's one problem. She's my student. Is that going to stop me from claiming her? Not for long... ***A sweet and sexy short story with an obsessed alpha male, instalove, and a happy ending!*** Excerpt: "Leave them," I bark. I'm going to give her some real food and going to give her a real bed to sleep on, not that crappy air mattress. I'm going to take care of her, not giving a d**n whether or not it's appropriate. "But—" Impatient, I seize her hand and drag her out of the room. She shivers. "Are you going to report me to the staff?" A frown comes onto my face. She thinks I'm going to tattle on her? Does she think I'm a heartless b*****d? Then again, I have been growling at her (albeit unintentionally). She is probably scared of me. "I'm not going to get you in trouble," I say, only half-growling this time. "Um, then can you let go of my hand?" I look at our intertwined hands, cursing mentally. Professors aren't supposed to touch their students, and we're definitely not supposed to hold their hands. Still, I don't want to let go of her.
