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- Author: Lauren Blakely
- Publisher: Lauren Blakely Books
- ISBN-10: 1964048362
- ISBN-13: 9781964048369
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 2.5 cm, mīksti vāki
- Language: English
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I didn't know who the smoldering man in the expensive suit was that first night.
Only that he was commanding.
Intense.
And exactly what I needed to forget my heartbreak.
But there's no forgetting him the next day when Jack Sullivan walks into my office.
Philanthropic billionaire, brilliant businessman, my brand-new client...
And off-limits in every possible way.
We should have walked away.
Instead, we made a new arrangement.
Thirty nights. No promises.
Just stolen moments in penthouses, in Paris hotel rooms, on Manhattan balconies.
But the deeper we go, the harder it is to pretend this is just physical.
Because when Jack starts to share the things he loves with me-the symphony, books, late nights exploring the city-he's impossible to resist.
And the more nights we spend tangled in pleasure, the more he owns my once-guarded heart.
Soon, I start to believe in something more.
But Jack doesn't do love.
His past still owns too much of him.
And no matter how deep we fall, some risks feel too impossible to take.
Unless I can convince him that what we have is worth breaking every rule.
The promotion ends in 
- Author: Lauren Blakely
- Publisher: Lauren Blakely Books
- ISBN-10: 1964048362
- ISBN-13: 9781964048369
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 2.5 cm, mīksti vāki
- Language: English English
I didn't know who the smoldering man in the expensive suit was that first night.
Only that he was commanding.
Intense.
And exactly what I needed to forget my heartbreak.
But there's no forgetting him the next day when Jack Sullivan walks into my office.
Philanthropic billionaire, brilliant businessman, my brand-new client...
And off-limits in every possible way.
We should have walked away.
Instead, we made a new arrangement.
Thirty nights. No promises.
Just stolen moments in penthouses, in Paris hotel rooms, on Manhattan balconies.
But the deeper we go, the harder it is to pretend this is just physical.
Because when Jack starts to share the things he loves with me-the symphony, books, late nights exploring the city-he's impossible to resist.
And the more nights we spend tangled in pleasure, the more he owns my once-guarded heart.
Soon, I start to believe in something more.
But Jack doesn't do love.
His past still owns too much of him.
And no matter how deep we fall, some risks feel too impossible to take.
Unless I can convince him that what we have is worth breaking every rule.
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