Cinderella: The Complete Boy Wife Series


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“Stop grumbling,” said Kim. “What’d you envision when you married him?”
“That we’d be together forever, but I was nineteen fuckin’ years old, dude. Forever is like two years tops.”
New to life and love, Christian is a shy young man who learns that he has an untapped feminine side from a chance encounter with Blake, a hot, straight, rich guy.

When Blake decides to take ownership of the boy to train him to be the beautiful Cinderella, the newfound power dominance gives him sidetracks him, leaving his project to her own devices.

Sure she knows what Blake wants and knowing better than him how to get it, Cindy sets in motion a plot that proves she can get as well as she gets. In the process, she forces him to realize his true feelings for her.

This is a full-length erotic romance novel, made of six previous books of the Boy Wife series:
Wife For The Night
Wife For The Day
Wife For Sale
Wife On Fire
Wife Strikes Back
Wife For Life

Also, this book contains an exclusive novella, Ten Years After Midnight, giving Blake and Cindy a happily ever after!

“I was just enjoying how cute you are before you open your mouth.”
“Get over here, already,” he said, tossing her limp pillow at her.
“Yes, sir,” she grinned, the piercing in her lower lip going up as her chin pitted. She dropped the robe and her breasts were bare, tipped with puffy pinkness. Her long, lean arms were so dark with colorful tattoos that they looked like they didn’t belong on her creamy torso, but that’s how she was with all things. Some for her, some for him. Her breasts, her stomach, her neck, her thighs, her back, her ass, her cock, her legs, that was his canvas. The rest was hers, and she’d rebelled with ink.
She was only wearing tiny boyshort panties and those were halfway bunched from her little bulge, shrunk smaller than normal in the morning chill. She crawled over him and on top of him, trying to taste what he had for dinner the night before with little pecks and nibbles. Steak and a couple of cigarettes was as far as she got before his hands were on her, distracting her.
He held her to him, tugging at her stretched earlobe and smelling her bare nape of neck, brushing his forearm against her nipples and feeling her to life over the clinging lace of the front of the panties. He was getting her stiff, not just her cock but her whole body, and she trembled against him, as if she couldn’t believe that he just wanted to cuddle her. Every second they were together, she feared losing him. She was certain one day he’d just cut off her credit cards, stack her things in the street and break it to her bluntly that it was all just a practical joke.
She turned over, touching his face.
“I’m not too cold?”

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