Just had to reblog this.
Small-town romance writer Elizabeth Holmes’ novels may be hot, but her love life is tepid at best. What else can you expect after fourteen years of marriage to a man whose idea of adventure is ordering a new dish at the Hunan Palace?
Then she meets Sebastian Faulkner.
Panther-lean with rock-star swagger and bedroom eyes, the young actor is breaking into Hollywood with the film adaptation of her first novel. When she meets him on-set in Manhattan, he makes it clear that what he really wants is to play the lead in her dirtiest fantasies. The sound of his wicked laugh makes her squirm in her Levis, but Elizabeth knows trouble when she sees it. Imperfect as her marriage may be, it’snot worth risking for a man who has a list of conquests literally tattooed on his body. Or is it?
When Sebastian asks her to spend his last…
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