By Sophie Jordan
"When a vacation snow fall brings jointly a couple of reluctant enthusiasts, the outcome threatens their reputations … and will fee them their hearts.
Feisty and self reliant American heiress Violet Howard swears she'll by no means wed a crusty British aristocrat. Will, the Earl of Merlton, is decided to salvage his family's fortune with out succumbing to a wedding of comfort.
But while a storm from snow leaves Violet and should stranded and by myself, their unexpected chemistry will problem reliable intentions. Seized through a hope that burns in the course of the evening, they'll toss reservations apart in prefer of the warmth present in every one other's fingers.
Will their ardour continue to exist the hurricane? Will they become aware of they've discovered a like to final them via all seasons?
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He wondered. The cheap perfume and baby powder, the trace of K-Y Jelly frosting my bunghole? Guilt led to frustration, frustration mounted to anger, anger spiraled into thoughts of revenge. But against whom? Stashed under the bed, his wife’s body was starting to smell pretty ripe… The first faggot he killed was Billie Goldfarb, a wispy little thing who frequented a club called The Manhole. Charlie took him to a no-tell joint off the highway. They showered together. Charlie let the kid lube his cock with cheap motel soap and suck on it.
They come to rest against the parapet’s crook looking like a pair of powdered figs. Gregor’s testicular stems tremble between his legs like antennae. The man who was once Jeremy Hanson falls to his knees. A last sense-memory—warm flesh on his tongue—zigzags across his mind a split-second before Byron buries the billhook in his neck… Edward Tonnere cowers beneath the seats while the battle rages. He does not hear Jackson Cantrell sneak up beside him, or see the sharpened piston-rod in the preacher’s hand.
You know how it is. ” For Charlie Henried it had started out with some harmless cross-dressing: Lace underwear and costume jewelry, an underwired bustier and six-inch stiletto heels. Innocent experimentation. Until one afternoon his wife found him wearing a plaid schoolgirl uniform with his hair in a sloppy ponytail, jacking off into a pair of her pantyhose. For Charlie—a tobacco-chewing, strip-bar frequenting man’s man—the sight of his wife’s disgusted accusation was too much to bear. He wrapped the come-soaked pantyhose around her neck and applied pressure until her face turned purple and blood squirted from places it had no business squirting from.