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He doesn’t do relationships.
She doesn’t do flings.
Everything they thought is about to unravel…
Frankie
When you say you're a sexologist, people imagine Marilyn Monroe. They don't expect a woman who uses a wheelchair. As the host of the All Access Podcast, I'm breaking barriers, crushing stigmas, and creating sexual connections that are fulfilling for my fans. I'm like cupid, but with pink hair and fewer diapers.
Only, I've hit a snag. A lovely listener wants some advice about accessible rope play and I'm drawing a big fat blank. Which leaves me with no option but to get out there and give it a go.
Which is how I meet Jay Wood—rigger, carpenter, and all-round hottie.
I'd be open to letting him wine and dine me—only Jay isn't my type. He's not a one-girl kind of guy. Monogamy isn't even in his vocab, and I'm not a woman who'll settle for being second choice.
But there's something about Jay has me tied up in knots.
And it's making me think, maybe I could compromise and accept a little Wood in my life. Even if it's only temporary.
Jay
Frankie's funny, intelligent, and ridiculously sexy. This should be a no-brainer. A little fun in the sheets, and a little romp with some ropes—simple.
Only the infuriating woman has commitment written all over her.
It'll be fine. I'll just ignore the chemistry bouncing between us.
Yep. Totally fine.
So... why does my heart feel frayed? And why is it I can't help but consider taking the ultimate leap of faith—tying myself to Frankie. Permanently.
Warning: This is an instalove piece of goodness that is too cute for words. Get thee some rope, a partner, and settle in for a delicious little romp!
P.S. THERE ARE NO WEREWOLVES IN THIS BOOK!
Genre: Romance
She doesn’t do flings.
Everything they thought is about to unravel…
Frankie
When you say you're a sexologist, people imagine Marilyn Monroe. They don't expect a woman who uses a wheelchair. As the host of the All Access Podcast, I'm breaking barriers, crushing stigmas, and creating sexual connections that are fulfilling for my fans. I'm like cupid, but with pink hair and fewer diapers.
Only, I've hit a snag. A lovely listener wants some advice about accessible rope play and I'm drawing a big fat blank. Which leaves me with no option but to get out there and give it a go.
Which is how I meet Jay Wood—rigger, carpenter, and all-round hottie.
I'd be open to letting him wine and dine me—only Jay isn't my type. He's not a one-girl kind of guy. Monogamy isn't even in his vocab, and I'm not a woman who'll settle for being second choice.
But there's something about Jay has me tied up in knots.
And it's making me think, maybe I could compromise and accept a little Wood in my life. Even if it's only temporary.
Jay
Frankie's funny, intelligent, and ridiculously sexy. This should be a no-brainer. A little fun in the sheets, and a little romp with some ropes—simple.
Only the infuriating woman has commitment written all over her.
It'll be fine. I'll just ignore the chemistry bouncing between us.
Yep. Totally fine.
So... why does my heart feel frayed? And why is it I can't help but consider taking the ultimate leap of faith—tying myself to Frankie. Permanently.
Warning: This is an instalove piece of goodness that is too cute for words. Get thee some rope, a partner, and settle in for a delicious little romp!
P.S. THERE ARE NO WEREWOLVES IN THIS BOOK!
Genre: Romance
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