{"product_id":"2940016745992","title":"His To Shatter (An Erotic Romance Novel)","description":"**Special Low Price for Limited Time Only!**\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"He shone brighter than the sun—I should have known\u003cbr\u003ethat looking at him directly would have blinded me,\u003cbr\u003ethat getting too close would have burned me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt's not every day that a handsome French billionaire comes to the rescue on the subway and saves an ordinary girl from a drunken madman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was Madison's lucky day. Finally.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe had no way of knowing that her life was about to change forever, that a terrifying incident would lead to the most incredible meeting of a lifetime.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEvery passenger on the train stares at their feet as a knife wielding drunk advances toward Madison, Girard risks his own life to stand up for her...to protect her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePressed for time and already running late for an interview, Madison is unable to properly thank her breathtakingly handsome savoir. She tries her best to forget about the kind stranger, thinking that even if she did find him again, what could he possibly see in a girl like her?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFate brings them together again, this time in the beautiful city of Paris and under much more pleasant circumstances. Girard's charming personality and his genuine affections for Madison leave her reeling, as she is swept helplessly into a whirlwind of passion.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs things heat up between them, Madison struggles to allow herself to trust in him, to believe that she deserves a man as incredible as he is, to accept that she's entitled to a little bit of happiness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJust when life seems perfect, her dream is shattered by an email she isn't supposed to see. How could she have been so naive...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis to Shatter is a contemporary romance story about trust, forgiveness, and unlikely love. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis story features sexually explicit scenes and graphic subject matter that is not intended for readers under 18 years of age.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Tell me more about yourself,” he prompted, taking a sip of his cappuccino. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well,” I said, “I’m from Pennsylvania, originally. I share an apartment on the Lower East Side with my friends Ashlee and Dara. They were with me at the club—the ones flirting shamelessly with you. I’m studying international marketing at NYU. I love to run, especially in the morning. I love the arts—theatre, film, museums. I wish I could play the violin.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Maybe your boyfriend could buy you some lessons?” Girard suggested. We grinned at the inelegant segue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I clarified, my heart pounding. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That’s good,” Girard said. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Will your wife mind your taking me out so late at night?” I replied.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“She might if she existed,” Girard answered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How about your girlfriend?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Haven’t got one.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How about Monica,” I said pointedly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“She’ll have more fun busting balls at the club than she would chaperoning us, I’m sure,” Girard said. I was glad that her hold on him didn’t seem to be as strong as I’d feared. Still, the look in her eye as we’d walked away at the club...there was something I didn’t trust about her. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe finished up our treats, chatting about anything and everything that came to mind. I found myself talking to Girard like an old friend, rather than as a supplicant to a god. Even though I’d spent all those months building him up into a towering figure in my imagination, he was turning out to be an even better companion in real life. He was utterly unpretentious, confident but not cocky, and seemed to be genuinely interested in the things I had to say. In short, he seemed far too good to be true. We picked ourselves up to leave, thanked the waiter, and headed back out into the night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I suppose I’ll be turning in,” I said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Let me walk you,” Girard replied. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sure,” I said, and took his arm once more. As we tripped along the darkened streets, I looked up at his perfect profile in wonder. As I gazed at him, a sudden thought bombarded my mind. When we arrived at my loft, would I ask him up? Was that even something that I knew how to do? I had certainly never done it before. Was there some kind of protocol that I was supposed to follow for situations like this? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI worried all the way back to my front door, my mind reeling with what in the world I was supposed to do next. We stopped on the sidewalk in front of my apartment and fell silent. In a crisis of indecision, I looked up into Girard’s eyes. He was returning my gaze with those deep, intelligent eyes. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs inexperienced as I was, I could see the desire welling in them. A throbbing need began to pulse through me...","brand":"Infinite Muse Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47081878716656,"sku":"2940016745992","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016745992_p0.jpg?v=1763640664","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016745992","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}