by Gabi Moore
Nirvana.
Enlightenment.
Satori.
Auto-Masturbatory-Tantric-Bliss.
For sure there was something I was missing... The problem with getting strung out on club drugs and hoping to find ultimate sexual bliss is that you usually don't find what you are looking for ... it finds you.
Enter Stoker - Bad Boy extraordinaire.
ROUGH
A Bad Boy Romance Novel
Preview
Bruises can be romantic, in their own way…
There were signs of him all over my body.
I looked down at the marks round my upper thigh, like the scattered blue petals of a strange flower. If they had been put there by anything other than his hands, they would have seemed ugly to me.
But they hadn’t. And so they didn’t.
One look at my body and you could tell that he had been there. On me - in me.
But in spite of all the things I knew in that very moment, there was no way in hell I could've predicted what was about to happen.
