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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
When a high-profile politico discovers love in a hostess bar, he finds the road to romance is paved with some deep and startling secrets.A rising political star ousted from the mayor’s cabinet stumbles into one of those bars -the type not mentioned in polite society-and that’s when the unthinkable happens.
A beautiful, mysterious bargirl-just as emotionally damaged as he is-turns out to be the one woman who can soothe his ego and mend his heart. She says she’s just there to sell fantasies…and anyone with eyes can see that Glenn’s buying in-big time. Maya’s keeping a lot of secrets, but the biggest one is that she’s fallen just as hard.
Even if the love is real, how long can it last when it’s built on buying and selling the illusion of intimacy one drink at a time? How many Tuesday nights will it take before all the nights of the week can be just his? Can a dream come true when it’s wrapped in so many secrets? Is love real if you never tell the one you love? In Fifty-Three Tuesdays, G.K. Nakata spins a slow-burning, passionate story of star-crossed lovers who could-just maybe-prove that love conquers all.
Glenn: Only one woman’s been able to fill the dark hole in my soul, to soothe my rage, to wipe away tears long spent. And now she’s gone.
Maya: It’s a business. I told him it’s a fantasy. But I fell for him. Didn’t tell him. I can’t. I won’t. He’s just like all the others.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
When a high-profile politico discovers love in a hostess bar, he finds the road to romance is paved with some deep and startling secrets.A rising political star ousted from the mayor’s cabinet stumbles into one of those bars -the type not mentioned in polite society-and that’s when the unthinkable happens.
A beautiful, mysterious bargirl-just as emotionally damaged as he is-turns out to be the one woman who can soothe his ego and mend his heart. She says she’s just there to sell fantasies…and anyone with eyes can see that Glenn’s buying in-big time. Maya’s keeping a lot of secrets, but the biggest one is that she’s fallen just as hard.
Even if the love is real, how long can it last when it’s built on buying and selling the illusion of intimacy one drink at a time? How many Tuesday nights will it take before all the nights of the week can be just his? Can a dream come true when it’s wrapped in so many secrets? Is love real if you never tell the one you love? In Fifty-Three Tuesdays, G.K. Nakata spins a slow-burning, passionate story of star-crossed lovers who could-just maybe-prove that love conquers all.
Glenn: Only one woman’s been able to fill the dark hole in my soul, to soothe my rage, to wipe away tears long spent. And now she’s gone.
Maya: It’s a business. I told him it’s a fantasy. But I fell for him. Didn’t tell him. I can’t. I won’t. He’s just like all the others.