{"product_id":"2940013622449","title":"Irresistible","description":"Inescapable\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Delilah was a stripper, trying to make a better life for herself. Edward was a professor from old money trying to save his nephew from a femme fatale. They had nothing in common, no reason to come together, no reason to love one another.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIrrepressible\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No matter how Delilah tried to deny her feelings for Edward, he would not allow her to run away from what they both couldn’t deny. As passion crackled and flamed between them, Delilah found herself swept away by Edward with a ferocity that would not be denied. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIrresistible\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sometimes love will not be denied. Sometime passion will not be tamed. Two forces come together and cannot break apart. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt: \u003cbr\u003e“He’ll give you back every red fucking cent you gave him back. He went there for a purpose, what is was doesn’t matter. He can damn well pay for the pleasure of being your presence.” Edward Prichard was just a little too much. She was floored not knowing what to do with his proclamation. “I’ll help you get through college, and not some junior college either.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Look you don’t have to do any of that. Just let me go home and that will be that.” Please, please accept that and take me home. She could’ve just insisted, but she didn’t want to; didn’t have the strength of will to want to leave. “I swear if he ever comes back to the club I will have nothing to do with him.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “And if you’re carrying my child?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Back to that. And he’d said “my child”, not a good sign. He was claiming a possibility, a sign he was already fixated on the possibility. \u003cbr\u003e “Probably won’t happen. Wrong time of the month.” If only that was true, it was exactly the right time of the month. Shit. What had she been thinking? “There’s always the morning after pill.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yes! Perfect solution! Why hadn’t she thought about that earlier? A wave of relief washed over her. Soon this while fiasco would be over with. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “If I can get a ride to the nearest pharmacy, we can pretend none of this every happened.” And she could find out where the hell she was. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Right now all Delilah wanted was a long, hot shower and about thirty-six hours in her own lumpy bed with the covers pulled up over her head. She could get a lukewarm shower at home with about five hours to sleep before she had to be back at work. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m afraid the nearest pharmacy is a couple of hours away from here and I’ve sent ,y driver on an errand.” It was quite obvious he was lying, he wasn’t even trying to hide it. Delilah didn’t even feel like arguing. “Come.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Edward stood keeping a steady grip on her hand so that she rose too. He hadn’t touched any of her arguments, hadn’t even referred to it at all. That had to mean his so-called proposal was bullshit didn’t it? The possibility didn’t just piss her off, it enraged her. The asshole knew she had no recourse against him. He held all the power. What exactly was he trying to prove?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I already told you I would give all of David’s money back. Every dime. Why do you insist on fucking with me?”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Before she could even blink she found herself pressed up against Edward’s very bare chest. The man was nothing like one would expect if going by reputation alone. As a tenured professor, a man at the very top of his field born to the world of old money, he shouldn’t have been as tall, as cut, or nearly as virile as he was. If one were to just read the description of Edward Prichard they would expect a frail looking shrimp of a man with bug eyes behind thick glasses with pale, pasty skin. The reality of Edward was just too much. This man was the type only seen on movie screens or in the pages of a romance, wrapping her in an embrace that was tight without hurting her. A woman would have to be made of pure ice not to be affected by him. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No matter how much she may wish otherwise, Delilah wasn’t made if ice. The robe had gaped open enough so their skin touched; her chest to his lower torso. It was hard to say whose skin was heated the most. The warmth was an irresistible draw; she wanted to rub herself all over him feeling the heat seep into her very bones. She craved the feel of the light scattering of chest hair against her breasts. They felt heavy and tight at the thought, her nipples beading painful against the press of his skin. It was hard not to think about the way they seemed to meld together so perfectly, the way their breaths became one, the way their lips met and clung reluctant to ever p","brand":"Shara Azod, LLC","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47167906742512,"sku":"2940013622449","price":5.9,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013622449_p0.jpg?v=1763583668","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013622449","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}