THE WRONG BED He was the missing half of her wildest fantasyab Beth McGruder's new bed was everything she's imagined in her secret, wanton dreamsawildly sensual, opulent, ostentatious, luxurious. But it had arrived with something extraab. She now had a king-size monstrosityasome playboy's dreamain her spare room. She also had its owner on her hands, and he was anxious to take possession. Duke McGregor was one formidable man. He probably could have slept just fine on the floor of his condo. But Beth had a soft heart, a burning needaband his bedabindefinitely.AFTER BRUSHING HER teeth, Beth climbed up into her bed and stared around the room. ... A man she could share her fantasy withaa man like Dukeawould have made the fantasy complete. ... Her dreams last night had been laced with sensuous pictures of the man in the other room: dressed and undressed, laughinganbsp;...
|Title||:||Love Me, Love My Bed|
|Author||:||Rita Clay Estrada|
|Publisher||:||Harlequin - 2011-07-15|