Can He Score Presents Melissa Lauren

Melissa leaned in, her perfume—vetiver and smoke—enveloping him. “That depends. Are you brave enough to give your wife a blank book and admit you don’t know everything about her? Are you willing to spend the next year filling out those pages, doing the ridiculous, tender, humiliating things it asks? Because that’s the real present. Not the object. The process .”

“Mr. Hale,” Melissa said, her voice a low, smoky drawl. “You’ve been circling that case for ten minutes. The suspense is killing me. And I’m very hard to kill.” Can He Score Presents Melissa Lauren

The score, she knew, was entirely up to him. Melissa leaned in