9th novel in the PLAIN JANE SERIES
“You are never to go off with a man!”
That couldn’t be what this was about. “I didn’t go off with anyone. I went to the bathroom, saw the statues, and decided to have a look. The man you strangled was already here.”
“You are never to be alone with a man!”
He hadn’t heard a word she’d said. “That makes no sense. I’m alone with you.”
“I am not a man.”
She didn’t take well to vague accusations when she did nothing to be accused of. Plus, he made no fucking sense. “You have a dick, don’t you?” Her gaze strolled down his body and landed on his crotch and the noticeable development there. “If that’s not a dick behind that bulge,” she snarled. “Then what is it?”
His arm wrapped around her waist and hauled her into his body. With an oomph, she landed on every hard inch of him. And she didn’t mean just his cock, which was a steel beam pressed into her abdomen.
Where was her internal voice warning her to stop, pull away, save yourself? She got no help from that quarter as she stared into Davien’s eyes. Any second the insanity would end. He’d place her on her feet, separate their bodies and they’d both pretend the entire Twilight Zone, Black Mirror episode, hadn’t happened.
Instead, he lowered his head, and she braced for the inevitable.
BLURB
Dear Sperm Donor,
I’m done pretending you give a damn about me. It took me a while because I’m an idiot, but I finally get it. Don’t worry about me bothering you anymore. I’m done. You don’t give a crap about me and want nothing to do with me. That’s fine because the feeling is mutual.
I know you think I’m a loser. I’m a mistake. All this time, you’ve gotten away with ignoring me, pretending I don’t exist. Well, now you don’t exist. You’re dead to me.
And that’s how Sheik Davien al Murad, cousin to the prince of Qari, discovered he had a teenage daughter.
