Junk Mail, a hilariously sexy standalone by New York Times bestselling author is live and available everywhere.
It all started with a sexy selfie. 🍆
A deliciously naughty, tell-everyone-you-know read!
About Junk Mail
It all started with a sexy
selfie.
Texted to the wrong number.
Oops.
Not my finest moment—but I
have nothing to be ashamed of.
She thought I was no
better, and I quote, than the knuckle-dragging
douche-bags she was never dating again.
It was a stupid dare from a
girl I’d met online, but since she’d given me a fake number, I didn’t feel bad
that my interests were suddenly focused elsewhere—on the fiery and
sharp-tongued, Peyton that I found myself sparring with over text for the rest
of the evening.
The following day, my case
of mistaken identity came back to bite me in the banana.
When I strolled into the
office, I was introduced to Peyton as the new client I needed to win over. The
Peyton , in case you're not tracking.
And let’s just say she had
my full attention.
Brains? Check.
Beauty? Oh yeah.
And the best part? She
hated me on sight.
Dear God, do I love a
challenge.
Let the games begin.
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