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Club Munya — Janet Eckford
Slow Hand
Looks can be oh so deceptive. Gemma Sanders could probably mentally calculate how many times she'd heard that, but what she couldn't tell a soul was how many times she'd actually listened. Because of her height, she'd always had the tendency of judging men shorter than her; questioning if they had the ability to handle her...needs. What she soon learns in the infamous Club Munya is that big things often come in small packages.
Push My Buttons
Control. Esme Sanders wore that very thing in every fiber of her being. She had sex down to a guaranteed science. Not f***ing, not making love but sex. A private matter to be handled in the missionary position, under the covers, with the lights out and a few slow puffs of air as a backdrop every now and again. So why exactly had she let her cousin drag her out into the den of iniquity that was the infamous sex club Munya? Why was she talking to some tall and burly, but extremely manly stranger? And why was she allowing him to put his mouth there...Oh yeah, now she remembered...
Not A Rebound
The best way to get over a man is to get under a new one. Cara Sanders didn't exactly know if that particular nugget of advice was wise...or safe, for that matter. But she did know healing a recently broken heart would take time. Healing sexual frustration? Well, that was a different matter altogether. How many sex clubs does a woman have to be dragged to by her closest friends before she hits the proverbial jackpot? If the tall, dark, and handsome stranger in her line of sight is any indication...one.
*Previously published as single titles. Content has been revised for this version.
Looks can be oh so deceptive. Gemma Sanders could probably mentally calculate how many times she'd heard that, but what she couldn't tell a soul was how many times she'd actually listened. Because of her height, she'd always had the tendency of judging men shorter than her; questioning if they had the ability to handle her...needs. What she soon learns in the infamous Club Munya is that big things often come in small packages.
Push My Buttons
Control. Esme Sanders wore that very thing in every fiber of her being. She had sex down to a guaranteed science. Not f***ing, not making love but sex. A private matter to be handled in the missionary position, under the covers, with the lights out and a few slow puffs of air as a backdrop every now and again. So why exactly had she let her cousin drag her out into the den of iniquity that was the infamous sex club Munya? Why was she talking to some tall and burly, but extremely manly stranger? And why was she allowing him to put his mouth there...Oh yeah, now she remembered...
Not A Rebound
The best way to get over a man is to get under a new one. Cara Sanders didn't exactly know if that particular nugget of advice was wise...or safe, for that matter. But she did know healing a recently broken heart would take time. Healing sexual frustration? Well, that was a different matter altogether. How many sex clubs does a woman have to be dragged to by her closest friends before she hits the proverbial jackpot? If the tall, dark, and handsome stranger in her line of sight is any indication...one.
*Previously published as single titles. Content has been revised for this version.
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