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TOUCH ME (PAPERBACK)

TOUCH ME (PAPERBACK)

Book 1 in the Stilettos and Secrets Series

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My crazy friend dared me to do something outrageous. . . have a steamy encounter at least once a week for one year.

It sounded easy enough and started off well.
A steamy date with a sexy cowboy.
A tangled romp with a stunning Pilates instructor.
A pair of doctors and a smokin’ hot fireman. . .

But things got out of hand when I met Mr. Right.
Or rather, three amazing men who pressed all my Mr. Right buttons.

Now I have one teeny, little, MAMMOTH problem.
They don’t know the real me.
They don’t even know my real name.
Or that I’m really an introverted country girl trying to find my way in the big city.They only know the woman I pretend to be and the sexy disguises I wear.

Now someone’s heart is bound to get broken.
And it will probably be mine.

Follow Jane’s quest for love, one smoking-hot dare at a time, featuring many swoonworthy hunks and a quirky heroine who gave up on men after her ex crushed her heart in a scandalous breakup.

This is BOOK 1 in the Stilettos and Secrets series full of forbidden steamy moments, hilarious banter and a heroine who is learning how to love herself again.

This series is complete, so get ready to binge all the feels, laughter, and a HEA that will have you crying and cheering to the very end.

You'll love this series if you enjoy:

  • Steamy Romantic Comedy
  • Fun sexy banter
  • Beachside romance setting
  • Second chance at love
  • Romance about a woman's sexual journey

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐"Such a fun, hot, and engaging story that had me laughing out loud, holding my breath at times, and swooning and I already want to experience it all over again!!" Marie Evans

 

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐"Wow wow wow if you like toe curling hot sexy moments, a lot of hot and sexy then this is a highly recommended book, its hot, funny, well written and adventures. This is completely different from Kendall's other books." M's Review

 

PAPERBACK BOOK DETAILS:

  • ISBN: 9781923194144
  • SIZE: 5 X 8
  • PAGE COUNT: 290 pages

FAQS - Chapter look inside

Chapter one

The giant statue of a man in front of my counter stared right through me like I was invisible. The annoying bastard was probably admiring his reflection in the lobby mirror which was plastered the entire length of the wall behind me.
“What are you doing about it? Are you listening?” He fired questions, one after the other, in slurred, garbled speech without waiting for my response which added to my conviction that I must be invisible.
He raised his hands as if praying to the football Gods, giving me a disgusting view of the sweat stains darkening his armpits. “What’s your name?”
I cringed. I hated my name - Jane. Plain Jane. I wished I could give the beefed-up chump a more exotic name like Krystal or Celeste. Names that were much more suited to the beach location of the Hot Horizon Hotel where I worked.
“Jane,” he barked, and I damned the stupid name badge over my left breast for the hundredth time.
“Yes?”
His puffy cheeks were blotchy red and darkening by the second. “Do you know who I am?”
An asshole. I smiled my most bewildered smile. “No, sir.”
“I’m Jimmy Ringbothom. Bomber Bothom. Heard of me?”
Shaking my head, I shrugged.
The man had it all going on . . . spectacular looks, great body, but he was a lobster—all muscle, no brains.
The Gold Coast was full of men like him.
Don’t get me wrong. I love handsome eye candy as much as any single, twenty-eight-year-old woman. But I prefer to admire them from afar, not invading my personal space like this one was.
And certainly not accompanied by foul body odors.
“I said, I’m hungry.” He slammed his palm onto the counter, snapping me to attention.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Bottom—”
“Ringbothom.” He spat his name so hard, spittle landed on his oversized chin.
Oops. “The kitchen closed two hours ago; I can’t—”
“I don’t hear, can’t,” he said with exaggerated slowness, glaring up at the light-studded ceiling as if it would give him strength.
I had a protein bar in my desk drawer. I’d be happy to shove that where the sun didn’t shine. I could do it, too. I’d trained at Kamoto’s Karate dojo for two years, preparing myself for creeps like this.
Of course, I’d never do anything. Plain Jane didn’t cause a scene. I didn’t even swear. Not aloud, anyway. In my head, though, I was screaming ‘asshole’ at the top of my lungs.
Lobster placed two hands on the lobby counter, smearing his enormous, greasy paws across the glistening black surface. His immense height allowed him to lean right over, and his glassy red eyes drew to within inches of mine.
As I clutched the counter with one hand and balled my other fist, ready to unleash my self-defense moves on him, the rum cloud that swarmed from his mouth threatened to topple me.
“I need food, or I’ll—”
“Bomber. Bomber! What’re you doing?” The newcomer’s voice was steeped with authority, and within seconds, Lobster was peeled off the counter and out of my face.
Able to breathe again, I filled my lungs.
I glanced at my hero and froze.
I haven’t laid eyes on him for nineteen years. But I would never forget his full lips which were the color of overripe strawberries. I have a vivid memory of that mouth nearly sucking my lips off my face when we were young kids.
My head spun.
Geoge Whiteman, the first boy I’d ever kissed, is here. . . on the Gold Coast. . . in my hotel. What the hell is he doing here?
I always dreaded a chance encounter with old classmates, and this was my first.

FAQ's - Series Reading Order

Touch Me
Tempt Me
Tease Me
Tame Me

FAQ's - Synopsis

My crazy friend dared me to do something outrageous. . . have a steamy encounter at least once a week for one year.


It sounded easy enough and started off well. . .
A smoking hot date with a sexy cowboy.
A tangled romp with a gorgeous drummer who had all the right moves.
A steamy shower with a hunky handyman.
A stunning groomsman and a naughty artist. . .


But things spiral out of control when the men I fancy come back for more.
Now I have one teeny, little, MAMMOTH problem.


They don’t know the real me. They don’t even know my real name.
Or that I’m really an introverted country girl trying to find my way in the big city.
They’ve only seen the woman I pretend to be and the sexy disguises I wear.


Now someone’s heart is bound to get broken.
And it will probably be mine.

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