Limited Edition Hardcover and Bookish Coaster
WHAT YOU GET - a hardcover print version of Fool Me Twice, signed by Lilliana herself. PLUS, a collectible cork backed coaster featuring the book cover and a bookish quote. This will be the first in a set of six that you can collect throughout the year.
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WHEN YOU'LL GET IT - all orders will be sent on release day Feb 21st. Allow 2-3 days within Australia and 2-4 weeks internationally. Please note that all quoted prices are in Australian dollars and include postage. There is a converter on the page to help you work out the cost in your own currency.
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LIMITED EDITION? - Yes! There is a limit of 50 hardcovers and fifty coasters available. Once we've sold out, that's it, we're done. We'll be numbering all of your books and coasters to keep it authentic.
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COST - (all prices include postage and are quoted in AUD)
FOOL ME TWICE
About the book...
a modern day rogue romance
My smile shifted and my lips pressed together. “Didn’t you hear the song, buddy? The answer is n—” The word caught in my throat as I turned my head and looked at him. The hottest fucking guy I’d ever seen. Tall? Check. He was the tallest man I’d ever met with shoulders so broad I was surprised he could find clothes to fit him. Dark? Check. He was tan with dark hair that looked like you could grab handfuls of it while he buried his face between your thighs. Handsome? Check, check and check. But handsome wasn’t a strong enough word. This guy was an easy ten on the hot-o-meter. Actually, I think he’d break the needle. He had muscles—I could see that through the stretched cotton of his grey long sleeve shirt. He’d pushed those sleeves up to his elbows, exposing two very tan and ripped forearms. I had an urge to lean over and bite him. Was that weird? But, on top of all that, he had a nice bit of scruff along his jaw, framing two very smooth and kissable lips. Yum, yum, yum. I was a total sucker for that stylish unkempt look. I had to press my knees together to keep myself from falling in a heap of arousal at his feet. Please be a chubby chaser. One night with this guy and I’d be singing Salt-n-Pepa’s “Push It” for weeks.
I smiled in his direction, taking in all that was in front of me with an obvious sweep of my eyes. “Actually, the answer is yes.”
He grinned. Beautiful. His whole face smiled. “You don’t even know the question.” Was that an accent I detected?
“You were about to ask if you could buy me a drink.”
He chuckled, a deep rich sound that rippled just below the surface of my skin. “I guess you’ve read this book before.” He signalled for the bartender. “What’s your poison?”
BLURB
I should have known better. Hot guys didn’t hit on big girls without an agenda. They didn’t approach them in bars and talk their way into your bed, either. They also didn’t make you feel beautiful and proud of your curves. No. That stuff did not happen. I should have known.
Should have...I was such a fool. I believed his lines. Fell for his easy smile; the man swept me off my feet, rocked my world, then robbed me blind.
He rocked my world.
Then he robbed me. Blind.
I should have known.
Angry and embarrassed, I engaged the help of my best friend to track him down and make him pay for what he did. Revenge and justice were at the forefront of my mind. What I wasn’t expecting was to be fooled again. I also wasn’t expecting I’d let him.
But he fooled me. Twice. And I loved every second of it. Maybe, just maybe, I could look past the stealing. Especially when the sex is so devilishly good...