Ria De La Ria Book Club

  Description: Phoebe Clark, a single mother, decided that it her summer, to get wild and sleep with her sister, girlfriend, Chad. Chad is a wild girl, and wild girl like that, caught the eyes of her sister-in-law.  This summer is about to get wild, fast and bumpy. This book is Available in Premium and Exclsuive Tier on PAID PATREON . This wild and hot novel is considered to have 38, chapters, with around 40k+ words, a very quick read. Sneak Peak:  "I’ve been thinking about you all day. About this exact moment. Holding you like this," she murmured, her face contorted with pleasure. I leaned in to kiss her, gently holding her tense jaw to deepen the kiss. I barely pulled away from her lips. “You shouldn’t be thinking about me,” I whispered. “Why not?” she asked, her lips seeking mine again. This time, something shifted within her. Her previously slow and deliberate motions became a relentless, passionate pounding. My sobs turned into gasps of pleasure as my body was engulf...

  Chapter 5 Harper POV I had an hour to pull myself together, but first, I needed to settle Liam in. My feet stalled in front of the one door I never opened—her door. For so long, I’d trained myself to pass by it as if it were nothing but a piece of the wall, a door to nowhere. Pretending it didn’t exist was easier than facing the ache it held. But even when closed, it gnawed at me, a splinter in every waking hour. Now I stood here with Liam, hesitating, hand hovering over the knob. Could I really open this room to a stranger? But I couldn’t let her sleep out there, not tonight, not any night. “I want to give you a tour, but that will—” “I’ve already seen enough.” Her eyes lingered on the door, as though she was burning to know what lay inside. I almost suggested we share my bed instead. The thought was absurd and reckless, but at least it would spare me this. Still, my voice betrayed me before I could turn back. “Okay.” The door creaked as I pushed it open, and th...

  Chapter 4 Harper POV “So… you say you’re from the city?” I asked, glancing at her as I moved around the counter, closing up the shop for the evening. Usually, I would linger longer, letting the last stragglers finish their coffee while I cleaned. But tonight… I had a date to stress over. My bedroom would already be a battlefield from getting dressed earlier, and I knew the mess was only going to grow. “Yeah,” she replied. “Which city? You must have passed through at least four on your way here. Which one are you from?” “New Heaven Brook City,” she said, without hesitation. “So… you’re a city girl, huh?” “I’m from the poorer side of the city,” she answered plainly. No shame, no apology. “No judgment,” I said, shrugging. “It seems like you’re on the run or at least, trying to escape something.” “Just looking for a change of scenery,” she said, lifting her cup and drinking it down in one smooth motion. Two empty pots sat on the table, and the donut I had left untou...

  Chapter 3 Harper POV Six hours had passed, and she was still there, seated in the same spot in the middle of the bench. Did someone forget to come pick her up? Poor soul. I stepped away from the window, gathering the tips I’d collected from the tables and carrying them to the cash register. Every cent counted. I’d use them to pay Rob, and my cashier, whatever I could scrape together. “She’s still out there?” Slenderina asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. Her name came from that creepy nightmare game, Slenderina in the Forest , and she adored it. Halloween was practically her personal holiday; Christmas too, but she saved her biggest energy for October. “Yep. Haven’t moved a muscle. Just staring at a leaf,” I replied. “She’s probably fresh out of the mad house,” Slenderina said, shrugging. “There’s literally an asylum two towns over.” “She doesn’t look crazy,” I said, skeptical. Slenderina arched an eyebrow. “How would you know that? Just because she’s in clean ...

  Chapter 2 Liam POV It felt like the bus had kicked me off in the middle of nowhere—though in truth, I was the one who’d told it to stop. The last town on the route hadn’t sounded right, not when I was searching for Edinburgh. Or maybe I was mixing it up. Maybe last fall I’d been in Edinburgh, Europe, not here in America. Back then, I’d had a random woman hooked on my arm and a business deal unfolding in the background. They always say never to mix business with pleasure. I’d agree, if the scale ever balanced. But for me, there was never any pleasure. Just business stacked on top of business. Deal after deal, handshakes and contracts until I started believing this was all life was meant to be; build a company, expand it, pass it on to the next generation, and let them repeat the same damn cycle. Somehow, somewhere, I’d become a slave to my own empire. Bound by the people closest to me; family, partners, shareholders. And one morning, I simply couldn’t take it anymore. I h...