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A Matter of Trust (Book #1)
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sweatpants, and out on the town.
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with her best friends, Claire embarks upon her dream career during the day, and
steams up her nights with Daniel Chase, a.k.a. Mr. Beautiful, Hollywood’s
hottest leading man. Life is simply perfect.
tales just don’t exist, even if she does have Fairy Slutmothers on her side.
Real-life comes with real problems that don’t simply vanish with a quick flick
of the wand. So this time around Claire discovers that it isn’t just a matter
of trust—it’ll be a moment of truth.
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He stops and turns to
me, smirking. “Listen, it’s important we don’t overexert your heart at your
advanced age. I mean, thirty—the year of the pacemaker.” He shimmies on his
boxer-briefs and reaches into his bag for something, while I throw on a
T-shirt. He takes out a very thin, rectangular gift, and I’m wondering what
kind of gift certificate this must be. Manicure? Massage? I give him a
quizzical look. He smiles playfully in return. “It’s not a cane.” He laughs,
and for a second I’m hypnotized by his rippled abs flexing from laughter, not
to mention his hair is a sexy, wild mess. Good
God.
loudest characters a playground to frolic in. Q.T. Ruby invites you to come
play too!
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