
Kimmers’ Erotic Book Banter blog is disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255.īuy links on Kimmers’ Erotic Book Banter blog may be attached to an "affiliate link" This means if you click on the link and purchase any item, we may receive a VERY small affiliate commission for your purchase. We only recommend products or services we have read personally and/or believe will add value to you, our readers. We at Kimmers’ Erotic Book Banter blog have not, do not and will not ever accept compensation for reviews!Īll books reviewed are the personal and subjective opinion of the Contributor. If there is no disclosure you may assume that it was given to us free of charge in exchange for our honest opinion. Most books come from Authors and/or Publishers FREE OF CHARGE or are purchased directly by the Contributor. In accordance with FTC guidelines Kimmers’ Erotic Book Banter blog will always disclose where books reviewed originated. Everything in Wylde told him to stay away, but he believed Jacob just needed to meet a man who had been hurt as badly as he had. It was the man’s defense mechanism, his means of keeping people away.

Wylde could see past Jacob’s mean scowl, knowing there was a reason for it. Things started out wonderfully – until he started to piss off the angry divorce attorney next door. After striking out in love more times than he cared to admit, Wylde decided to start his own business in a new city, hoping Richmond would give him a fresh start. But he wanted nothing more than to plan his own. Yep, he was incredible at giving couples the wedding of their dreams. He was known for his charm and impeccable taste. Wylde Sterling had made quite a name for himself in his hometown of Roanoke, Virginia, working for a wedding planner that catered to the elite. So, imagine his disdain when a wedding planner moves into the suite directly adjacent to his… an insanely masculine, male wedding planner. Jacob Snowden was one of the best divorce lawyers on the east coast and was damn proud of it. He helped people get out of their loveless marriages.

At almost forty, Jacob’s social life was non-existent, but he told himself his work fulfilled him. If his six foot one, military-made body didn’t scare people off, his permanent scowl surely did. Jacob was a determined man, set at keeping people at a distance. His mother, his high school sweetheart, his father, and his fiancé, all left Jacob just when he felt it was safe to let down his guard. “Everyone left,” were the words he lived by.

From high school, up until he became a successful attorney Jacob Snowden was convinced that love had it out for him.
