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I am an avid reader and mom of 4 great kids. In my spare time you can always find me reading a book. I love to read . I have read alot of books . I use to read all paperbacks and hard cover books , then about 1 1/2 yrs ago I bought a Nook Color E -Reader and things have not been the same since . In the first yr of owning my Nook I read roughly about 200 Books . YES it is true . My E- Reader was the best thing I EVER bought for myself and I am so Happy that I made the decision to buy one . Now I own a Kindle Fire HD and I Love it even more then my Nook Color. As far as What I like to read . I like All kinds of Genres . Some of my favorite ones are Contemporary Romance , Young Adult , Paranomal , True Stories, and Erotica . To me a great book involves a Great story line , if A book can hook me in the first few pages I am in heaven and will read it through . I have not found many books that I have not followed through with and read . I do LOVE a great love story in a book , one that makes me smile , laugh when something is funny , makes my heart race, my heart stop , makes me cry . I love when there is a happy ending . I also love Alpha males , the ones that got attitude , hot looking, masculine , can keep their woman in line , protective , possessive , but also have a big heart at the same time .
A Heart for Rebel - Mia Natal OHH My !!!!!!A Heart for Rebel (teaser)My eyes fluttered open. I felt a hard hot body behind me and I panicked at first, but then I remembered last night. Wyatt happened last night. I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. I had the best night of my life. I received not one but four lose-your-mind-that your toes curl-your-eyes-roll-back orgasms. Wyatt is without a doubt the best and I mean the best I've ever had, but he wasn't for me. How did I know this? Girls like me don't get the happily ever afters. My life isn't a fairy tale. I don't have a grandiose idea of a hot guy, whose bad ass and sweet coming to sweep me off my feet. There is no us riding off into the sunset living happily ever after. No, my life is real. It's ugly. It's brutal, but its real. It's my real. I quickly and quietly roll off the bed. I grab my clothes off the floor. I look at him one last time. He's sleeping so peacefully. I drink up the sight of him. I memorize every feature of his beautiful chiseled face. My eyes continue to trail down his exposed body. He is really a live work of art. His body is a wonder land and I enjoyed every inch of his body. I turn to leave before I give in to my need or rather my wish to stay. I sprint down the stairs on my tippy toes. I dress quickly in his living room. I look in my purse for pen and paper. What I find was a receipt and a black eyeliner. I will have to make do with what I found. I leave him a thank you note. Who fucking does that shit? I do. Deep down inside I want to leave a lasting impression. A connection if you will.Wyatt,Thank you for a wonderful night. I wish you the best. (Scratch that) Take careRebyP.S. Sorry for using an eyeliner to write this. It's all I had. I placed the note on his kitchen counter. The counter where he did decadent, sinful things to my body. A shiver ran through me and in me. It was time I left. I have to be strong. No looking back. I quietly opened the door and walked out. I ran out the building. I ran until my lungs burned. I found the train station and got on the train that would take me home.