Oliver Adair. Beautiful on the outside. Damaged on the inside. One bad decision followed by the next leaves him broke and out of options. When propositioned to sell his body he enters into a parallel world of sex for hire. Oliver embarks on a journey that will force him to confront his demons, answer for the sins of the past, and become a man.
Oliver and Olga are back and on their way to Japan. Before they reach their destination, there is a brief stop in Bangkok to meet up with the Latin Pop Star. When they arrive in Japan, Oliver's expectations of the client and reality are in direct contrast. Oliver faces another of his challenges when what he truly wants and what he truly desires come into conflict.
My books have reached the top of the Amazon charts and I have had my books featured in USA Today.
People keep waking me up, and it’s truly starting to piss me off.
At some point in the darkest hours of the night two women were arguing somewhere in the house. I very nearly got up and told them to either shut up or know my wraith. Fortunately Olga was just as annoyed. She got out of bed and let them have it for me.
Just one day, I'd like to sleep in. Then I remember. I'm going home. No one will wake me up at home.
The insistent hand which keeps nudging me persists.
Olga tells me to wakey wakey. I promised to take her to the castle.
I did not promise. She strong armed me into agreeing.
What’s the difference?
Go away. I'm sleeping.
Get up. I promised to take her to the castle. I said we were going to leave early. It's early. Let's go.
I have no response.
She gets on the bed and starts bouncing and pushing me. Get up. Get up. Get up.
I grab my watch. It's 6:10 in the morning.
This is how people end up murdered.
I roll over onto my stomach and put the pillow over my head.
Shaking me is not working, so she changes tactics.
She climbs on my legs and straddles me with her thighs.
Cool, but not cold hands start kneading my back muscles.
Please will I get up? Please? She coos prettily as her hands work my back.
I'll give her credit. This is working.
She'll buy me breakfast. She'll let me drive her car.
That wakes me. The car. I remember the offer of the car. What kind of car?
Aston Martin.
I'm awake. Tell me more.
What more? It's a car.
What kind of car?
Aston Martin.
I silently count slowly to ten. Which model?
Silver. With black interior.
Silly woman. Which model? Is it a DBS, Virage, DB9...?
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Irene Aprile
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Author review: As always, excellent in every way. Very happy to continue to work with Irene. |
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Already translated.
Translated by Cinta Garcia de la Rosa
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Author review: I've worked with Cinta many times. She's a true joy to collaborate with. |
