Seven Nights to SurrenderThis “stunningly sexy” story follows a woman’s whirlwind Parisian romance as she gets swept off her feet by a mysterious millionaire (Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author). Kate arrives in Paris hoping to find inspiration. Instead she finds Rylan. In a swirl of stolen kisses and hot, tangled sheets, Kate is quickly swept away by the sexy stranger, longing to surrender to his expert touch. With Rylan, nothing is forbidden--except the truth. An American ex-pat worth millions, Rylan never flaunts his fortune. Rather, he guards his identity from everyone, especially women. No strings, no commitments, no complications. But the second his lips taste Kate's soft, sweet skin, everything changes. For the first time, Rylan has found someone to share his every want and need. Yet he knows that secrets stand between them. To keep her, he'll need to confess the truth before it's too late . . . even if doing so could mean losing Kate forever. |
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User Review - ssperson - LibraryThing3.5 stars I have to admit that I was kind of annoyed with Kate through much of the book, but was more empathetic when she explained to Rylan what her background was like. I'm intrigued about what will come in the sequel. Read full review
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User Review - bookbrig - LibraryThingNot bad, but just a month or so out from reading it I can't remember much. I do recall some good feelings about how consent was handled, but I remember none of the actual romanc-y bits which isn't a great sign. Read full review
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