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Dating Games Series #3
Contemporary Romance
Mind Games Signed Discreet Paperback WHOLESALE
Mind Games Signed Discreet Paperback WHOLESALE
Your ex-fiancé's older brother is supposed to be off limits - but when Isabella runs into up-and-coming musician Asher while in Vegas, she finds it hard to resist him.
ISBN 9781954812482
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Cinnamon Roll Hero, Forced Proximity, love triangle, forbidden romance, celebrity romance, rockstar romance, dating my brother's ex, one night stand, second chance, unrequited love,
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🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🌶️ - At least two intimate scenes with explicit language.
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Eight years ago, I agreed to marry the man of my dreams.
Eight years ago, I realized I’d also given a piece of my heart to his brother.
Eight years ago, I made the decision to walk away from both men.
What choice did I have? I couldn’t stay with Jesse knowing the flame I carried for Asher burned just as bright.
Maybe even brighter.
So I did the only thing I could. I walked away with no intention of seeing either man again.
Until I step into a bar in Vegas and see a much more mature, much sexier version of Asher York, a guitar strapped to him, his soulful voice reminding me of everything I’ve tried to forget. But there’s no forgetting Asher York.
And when he looks at me with the same raw hunger, there’s no denying the fire between us still burns.
Can I look past the reason I left all those years ago for one night with him?
There’s only one way to find out.
Let the games begin.
Eight years ago, I realized I’d also given a piece of my heart to his brother.
Eight years ago, I made the decision to walk away from both men.
What choice did I have? I couldn’t stay with Jesse knowing the flame I carried for Asher burned just as bright.
Maybe even brighter.
So I did the only thing I could. I walked away with no intention of seeing either man again.
Until I step into a bar in Vegas and see a much more mature, much sexier version of Asher York, a guitar strapped to him, his soulful voice reminding me of everything I’ve tried to forget. But there’s no forgetting Asher York.
And when he looks at me with the same raw hunger, there’s no denying the fire between us still burns.
Can I look past the reason I left all those years ago for one night with him?
There’s only one way to find out.
Let the games begin.
