"...I would have fought for you. But don't you see, I had to fight for myself first. I had to feel like I was someone worthy of winning you."Not only is Archer's Voice the first book I've read from the brilliant Mia Sheridan, but it is also the first stand-alone novel in the erotic romance genre ...
This book had a lot of potential but it was a little too cookie cutter for me and felt rushed. It's a short book so maybe the author didn't have enough time to explore all the emotions that she gave these characters. There could have been so much depth to them but I felt like all I got were surfa...
This book....this story.....there are noooooo words to describe the sheer brilliance of a truly deep and amazing storyline....Starts with a college law student and an up and coming porn star....and ends with a brilliant soulful woman and a true and real hero....Mia Sheridan, needs to never do any...
This is the companion novel to Leo also by Mia Sheridan. I would say you need to read Leo first to fully understand the whole story.This time around we are seeing everything from Leo's point of view. We get to understand more of what motivated him to do certain things and we get to see his love f...
Bem, sou fã da Mia então apesar de ficar receosa com a temática de Becoming Calder que para mim era uma mistura de tudo que eu mais temo em um livro: distopia e fantasia, nunca foi uma opção para mim não lê-lo.Becoming Calder começa com um prólogo excruciante, aquele que te deixa com a sensação "...
I sat staring at the wall, a drink in my hand, contemplating everything that had happened in the De Havilland's former stable earlier that day. My gut clenched, and I closed my eyes again at the memory. She'd been pregnant. She'd been pregnant and alone. Yet, all these years, when I thought of Ly...
I was desperately hurt. The pain in my body was the least of my aches. Marlo had come home a couple hours after me and she must have noticed my bruised face because she'd woken me from sleep and demanded I tell her what happened. I cried in her arms just like she'd cried i...
Lily. Here in San Francisco. She was real—she'd been right in front of me. And she knew who I was, too. I'd been certain she'd figured out I wasn't Holden. Do you know about me? Do you know? &nbs...