Choose! Or move on...
Romance, Inspired Romance, Fiction & Literature, Contemporary Women, Contemporary
| Author: | Laurel Patsy Johnson | ISBN: | 1230003264133 |
| Publisher: | Independently Published | Publication: | July 8, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Laurel Patsy Johnson |
| ISBN: | 1230003264133 |
| Publisher: | Independently Published |
| Publication: | July 8, 2019 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
'Choose! Or move on...' Is the updated version of ‘Wicked Love Game’. The same exciting story of a man who dared to bet his heart and lost it. He will find it again, but this time the stakes are place too high to reach.
Excerpt: “I got it,” he drawled smugly. “I played and won.”
“Cool,” Jessica pretended nonchalance. “That means I can still play my game and win too.”
“Oh yeah, and what game is that?” He would not let her threat to return to her boyfriend go undetected, since he had no intentions yet of setting her free.
“Same as you,” Jessica no longer cared to hurt him; he had done it to her repeatedly and all evidence point to this tryst ending as the rest.
“You can’t play like me,” he asserted. “You don’t have what it takes.”
“Believe me, I do,” she defied. “I could sleep with a guy and dump him the next day.”
“Men who play the field are respected for their prowess,” he drawled. “Now you tell me; what is a woman called, who sleeps around?”
“Game changed,” Jessica yawned. “Not much difference nowadays, what guys do ladies too.”
“Women!” he riled. “When will they learn they are not men?”
“Sure we aren’t?” Jessica grinned, licking her lips naughtily. “Many a woman can play even better than a guy when with a gal; hear me?”
“And you speak from experience, and not the top of your head, right?” he scoffed.
“That, you’ll never discover,” Jessica giggled.
“I know you alright,” he chuckled, lowering his hand…. “You need one of these and you need it real.”….
'Choose! Or move on...' Is the updated version of ‘Wicked Love Game’. The same exciting story of a man who dared to bet his heart and lost it. He will find it again, but this time the stakes are place too high to reach.
Excerpt: “I got it,” he drawled smugly. “I played and won.”
“Cool,” Jessica pretended nonchalance. “That means I can still play my game and win too.”
“Oh yeah, and what game is that?” He would not let her threat to return to her boyfriend go undetected, since he had no intentions yet of setting her free.
“Same as you,” Jessica no longer cared to hurt him; he had done it to her repeatedly and all evidence point to this tryst ending as the rest.
“You can’t play like me,” he asserted. “You don’t have what it takes.”
“Believe me, I do,” she defied. “I could sleep with a guy and dump him the next day.”
“Men who play the field are respected for their prowess,” he drawled. “Now you tell me; what is a woman called, who sleeps around?”
“Game changed,” Jessica yawned. “Not much difference nowadays, what guys do ladies too.”
“Women!” he riled. “When will they learn they are not men?”
“Sure we aren’t?” Jessica grinned, licking her lips naughtily. “Many a woman can play even better than a guy when with a gal; hear me?”
“And you speak from experience, and not the top of your head, right?” he scoffed.
“That, you’ll never discover,” Jessica giggled.
“I know you alright,” he chuckled, lowering his hand…. “You need one of these and you need it real.”….
