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About Mila Hart
It all started with two whores...
MILA HART writes cheeky, erotic quickies.
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It started off as a game, sending a pic anonymously. All I’d planned to do was ruffle her feathers, maybe make her blush with embarrassment and possibly desire. I sure as hell had no intention of falling for her.
Although I fantasized about her being beneath me, watching her unravel, that would never happen anywhere other than in my wet dreams. Bronwyn James was fine wine to my cheap beer—the two didn’t mix in polite society without a hangover.
But on Snapchat, we were equals. Social and economic standings didn’t come into play, and neither did our age...until my feelings got involved. I’d gone from wanting Bronwyn in my bed to needing her in my life—but that might be too much to ask since I hadn’t been willing to tell her who I was.
Being given a fake number was a hit to my ego, but hearing Jasmine’s voice on the other end of the line almost made me forget about it. Her confidence and humor had me daydreaming about someone I’d never met.
When the text came through from her and I realized she had been thinking about me, too, my world changed.
Sexy-voice Seth was how I programmed in the contact for the unknown caller because I couldn’t get his voice out of my head. I reached out—for what, I wasn’t sure. I had one hard and fast rule, meet in person before getting to know someone. So Seth was never an option.
But fate had other ideas, and so did my best friend.
Salvatore’s car was the best thing I’d ever done. From the moment I laid eyes on him, it was love at first sight.When he bought the company I worked for, I knew he was as far gone as I was. But when he was never at work, I began wondering where he was. I’d been hurt in the past, and with my past trust issues, I couldn’t take it any longer, I followed him and found out about his other job…
She’d hit my car, and it released a wave of obsession.
She thought our minor encounter was just that, but I had other plans.
Unbeknownst to her, I was about to make her mine, and I was going to start with buying the company she worked for.
The more time that went by, the more suspicious she became.
I wouldn’t lie. I wasn’t a good guy. I was rich, powerful, and dangerous.
But Abby had me tethered, bound by her innocence.
I wanted to make her mine, but hiding my true intentions could drive her away. That was a risk I was willing to take.
Harrison is a stickler for the rules; a pretty face and knockout body won’t change his expectations. But Candace throws him off his game with brains and beauty...and a total lack of interest in Harrison.
When rumors of the new boss start to spread, Candace plans to keep her distance from the man who rules with an iron fist. However, when Harrison challenges her work and reprimands her publicly, she can’t keep her cool.
Will she draw him in with her sweet charm or freeze him out completely? It’s up to Harrison to either prove the rumors wrong or let things get sticky with Candy.
You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not.
At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.
All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.
But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…
I had decided a long time ago that the guy who put a ring on my finger would be one that checked every box on my list.
✓ Social Standing
Some sexy fireman was not going to change anything. Drunk or not, I knew to keep my feelings locked up tight with men who didn’t meet that standard.
Taking a prim princess home for the night was a safe bet. She’d wake up to her mistake, realizing I didn’t live in a mansion or sleep on twelve-hundred thread-count sheets. It never failed, she—whoever it was that night—bolted before I’d even had a chance to stretch.
Wham bam, thank you, ma’am. No strings attached.
As a teacher and a coach, I was primed for settling down. However, an instant family wasn’t something I’d considered until I met Kiera and Brooklyn—then it was all I wanted. But Kiera wasn’t ready to play for keeps. I was going after her heart, but she was trying to block me from scoring that goal.
I’d agreed to give her some space—a time out in the middle of the game—but the clock was ticking.
Kiera Jensen may not have been all in, but I came to play dirty, and I played to win.