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Dirty Rich Cinderella Story: Ever After by Lisa Renee Jones



Title: Dirty Rich Cinderella Story: Ever After
Series: Cole & Lori #2
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Release Date: October 10, 2018
ABOUT THE BOOK

Continuing where Dirty Rich Cinderella Story left off...

Get ready for a steamy honeymoon, and a heart-stopping welcome home for Cole and Lori!

The unexpected is about to happen and while Lori has faced the demons of her past, she and Cole will face those of his past now.

PRAISE FOR DIRTY RICH CINDERELLA STORY
“Engrossing, emotional, and steamy... this book will have you biting your nails. Definitely, the type of book you will want to read in one sitting. This is a story for all of you romantics who believe in love at first sight. Swooning while you read is guaranteed!”
—As You Wish Reviews

“Hot and sexy, interesting and engaging and I can't wait to see what's next from LRJ!!”
—Book Loving Pixies Blog

“This book is a FAST-PACED, WICKEDLY SEDUCTIVE and SPELLBINDING read with a dash of suspense, some unexpected twists and turns, and a hefty dose of swoon!” 
—Kim R. 
BUY THE BOOK

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EXCERPT

“You have me now. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“I can,” he says, his voice deep, rich, his tone absolute. “I will.”
“People die.”
“Yes, but if I die, you’ll know how much I loved you. You’ll know I’m still with you.” He cups my face. “But you don’t get to get rid of me that easily. Whatever waits for us here, there, or anywhere, we’ll get through it together. That’s what husbands and wives do.”
Warmth and calm wash over me. “Husband,” I whisper.
“Wife,” he replies, his gaze raking over my lips, and lifting. “About that zipper.”
“Take me to our hotel and I’ll show you how it works.”
“I can’t wait that long,” he counters, reaching for said zipper.
I catch his hand. “Cole,” I warn urgently. “You have to wait.”
I’ve barely finished that reprimand before his mouth is crashing down on mine and he’s kissing me, his tongue stroking my tongue. One of his hands settles at the base of my spine, molding me close, all those hard, sinewy parts of him pressed to all the soft parts of me and I moan. Another second later, and my zipper is open, and he’s pressed my hands over my head, his fingers dragging over the thin lace of my barely-there bra, teasing my nipples.