Valentine's Fantasy: When Valentines Collide\To Love Again - Plot & Excerpts
No car. No foreplay. No orgasm. Enough was enough. She slammed the kitchen cabinets as she made coffee, took her morning pills, and slaved over the hot stove. Every time she thought about last night’s lousy performance, she broke a glass, a cup or a dish. How and when did Matt become so selfish and so clueless in bed? Not only had he fallen asleep, he snored loud enough to wake the dead. Crash! Another plate bit the dust. “Good morning.” Chanté’s gaze snapped to her husband as he entered the kitchen, and for a brief moment she weighed the consequences of smashing his head in with a frying pan. The temptation nearly won out—especially since the bastard had the audacity to be in a cheerful mood. “What smells so good?” he asked, with a beaming smile. “Breakfast,”
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