CurVy 13: A Why Choose, Dark Romance Novella (The Curvy Thirteen Playlist, Band 1)
by Nicci Harris
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Description
He calls me pup,
and wants me to play fetch.
I'm Vallie, but BookTok knows me as @CurvyandBooked.
Dark Romance is my jam, peanut butter, and marmalade.
Mafia. Bully. Why Choose. You name it, and I want to sit in my beanbag with my battery-operated boyfriend and read it.
Look, if I don't need a chöochie ice bath after a romance, was it even a love story?
If someone didn't bleed for looking at her, was the hero really that into her?
But it's just fiction.
Until it's not.
So, when I find a masked man in my living room skimming my favourite romance novel, all my dark desires become very real nightmares.
And he is not alone. He has a mentally deranged brother who wants to play house with me.
Soon, I'm torn between right and wrong, good and bad, and who needs saving from whom...
.
.
.
DISCLAIMER: Nicci never thought she would want to use a pen name until she wrote this absolute insanity. From this book, she has created her Nicci Harris, Black Label, brand. This is pure filth, with minimal plot, and features unhinged male main characters with mummy issues. Caution: the leading characters engage in questionable consent, and the narrative includes. It ends on a hfn/cliff
and wants me to play fetch.
I'm Vallie, but BookTok knows me as @CurvyandBooked.
Dark Romance is my jam, peanut butter, and marmalade.
Mafia. Bully. Why Choose. You name it, and I want to sit in my beanbag with my battery-operated boyfriend and read it.
Look, if I don't need a chöochie ice bath after a romance, was it even a love story?
If someone didn't bleed for looking at her, was the hero really that into her?
But it's just fiction.
Until it's not.
So, when I find a masked man in my living room skimming my favourite romance novel, all my dark desires become very real nightmares.
And he is not alone. He has a mentally deranged brother who wants to play house with me.
Soon, I'm torn between right and wrong, good and bad, and who needs saving from whom...
.
.
.
DISCLAIMER: Nicci never thought she would want to use a pen name until she wrote this absolute insanity. From this book, she has created her Nicci Harris, Black Label, brand. This is pure filth, with minimal plot, and features unhinged male main characters with mummy issues. Caution: the leading characters engage in questionable consent, and the narrative includes. It ends on a hfn/cliff
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Format
Softcover
Pages
126
Price
9.84 €
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Description
He calls me pup,
and wants me to play fetch.
I'm Vallie, but BookTok knows me as @CurvyandBooked.
Dark Romance is my jam, peanut butter, and marmalade.
Mafia. Bully. Why Choose. You name it, and I want to sit in my beanbag with my battery-operated boyfriend and read it.
Look, if I don't need a chöochie ice bath after a romance, was it even a love story?
If someone didn't bleed for looking at her, was the hero really that into her?
But it's just fiction.
Until it's not.
So, when I find a masked man in my living room skimming my favourite romance novel, all my dark desires become very real nightmares.
And he is not alone. He has a mentally deranged brother who wants to play house with me.
Soon, I'm torn between right and wrong, good and bad, and who needs saving from whom...
.
.
.
DISCLAIMER: Nicci never thought she would want to use a pen name until she wrote this absolute insanity. From this book, she has created her Nicci Harris, Black Label, brand. This is pure filth, with minimal plot, and features unhinged male main characters with mummy issues. Caution: the leading characters engage in questionable consent, and the narrative includes. It ends on a hfn/cliff
and wants me to play fetch.
I'm Vallie, but BookTok knows me as @CurvyandBooked.
Dark Romance is my jam, peanut butter, and marmalade.
Mafia. Bully. Why Choose. You name it, and I want to sit in my beanbag with my battery-operated boyfriend and read it.
Look, if I don't need a chöochie ice bath after a romance, was it even a love story?
If someone didn't bleed for looking at her, was the hero really that into her?
But it's just fiction.
Until it's not.
So, when I find a masked man in my living room skimming my favourite romance novel, all my dark desires become very real nightmares.
And he is not alone. He has a mentally deranged brother who wants to play house with me.
Soon, I'm torn between right and wrong, good and bad, and who needs saving from whom...
.
.
.
DISCLAIMER: Nicci never thought she would want to use a pen name until she wrote this absolute insanity. From this book, she has created her Nicci Harris, Black Label, brand. This is pure filth, with minimal plot, and features unhinged male main characters with mummy issues. Caution: the leading characters engage in questionable consent, and the narrative includes. It ends on a hfn/cliff
Book Information
Main Genre
N/A
Sub Genre
N/A
Format
Softcover
Pages
126
Price
9.84 €
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