| Dakota Reilly was fourteen when she lost her virginity.
It wasn’t romantic in the slightest. If anything, it was a basic case of statutory rape; but she preferred to tweak the memory here, twist it a little there, until it really did seem exciting and amorous to recall.
Now a successful florist with her own shop, Dakota is used to going from one hunky man to the next. Until she meets Jason Sinclair, a local artist and apparent stoic; a locked door. She is determined to win him,… |
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