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Personal Narrative: The Love Game

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Damon Holden hit me with his car. The gorgeous fool was drunk. So I did what any obsessed fan would’ve. I kidnapped him. After I first got over the shock that it was truly him; dreamy and delicious behind those mirrored shades, it was obvious what I had to do. I shoved him in my car, slammed the door, and drove away. As I zoomed around the streets of Paris, beside me dozing was the one and only bad boy tennis superstar. And, I know what you’re thinking: of course I activated the child-locks so he couldn’t fall out or escape! My hands were shaking and my heart was racing. It was crazy, I must 've lost my ever-loving mind, but I didn’t dare turn back. There was only one problem. I didn 't plan it, it just happened. I was supposed to be on a relaxing vacation! What on earth was I going to do once I got him back to my apartment? Keep him? Handcuff him to the bed and have my wicked way with him? …show more content…

I wish… But a small, very naughty, voice inside my head was telling me to do just that. The Love Game is a full length contemporary sports romance novel set in Emilia Beaumont’s Damaged Bad Boy series. Perfect for fans of Lauren Blakely, Marquita Valentine, and Vi

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