Bad To The Bone Sherrilyn Kenyon

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.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html BAD to the BoneSherrilyn KenyonPrologueMarianne Webernec was completely average at age thirty, but what she desperately wanted to be was extraordinary.Exceptional.Spectacular.For once in her life she wanted to be the heroine in one of the Rachel Fire novels that she gobbled up as soon as they were published.To be tall, thin, and devastatingly beautiful.The kind of woman that men everywhere lusted for.The kind of woman who walked into a room and men fought each other just for her smile.But what she was, even after her makeover, was a mere five-feet-four-inch size-10 woman with medium brown hair that was pinned back from her round face to fall just below her shoulders.She had eyes that were flat brown, not amber, not flecked with anything unusual or worth noticing.Her breasts were too small, her hips were too wide, and her feet were pinched by the narrow tips of her high-heeled shoes.She was…Average.Painfully, woefully average."I think you're stunning."Only if she had a stun gun in her hand.Marianne looked over her shoulder to see Aislinn Zimmerman staring at her.Aislinn was what she wanted to be.Bach, model thin, with long, curly red hair, perfectly manicured nails, and big bright green eyes that seemed to glow.Aislinn was every bit as beautiful as her namesake from Aislinn's mother's favorite romance novel, The Wolf and the Dove.Marianne had spent her entire life hating women who looked like Aislinn.They were everywhere.On television, in magazines, and on the pages of the books that Marianne loved to read.Books where the gorgeous, drop-dead heroine nailed the gorgeous, drop-dead hero.They were ever an unnecessary reminder that at the end of the day, Marianne Webernec would never be one of them.She would always be average.White noise in the background of a world that went on oblivious to her presence no matter how much she longed for it to be otherwise."Thanks," Marianne said to her lamely, knowing the truth in her heart.But that was okay.Because in the next few minutes she was going to walk through the door behind Aislinn and become the one thing she'd always wanted to be…Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlA covert CIA agent pursued by the evil arch-villain who would turn out to be a good guy trying to uncover the man who had killed his brother.Okay, the plot was a bit clichéd, even a little trite.But Marianne loved Rachel Fire's book Danger in the Night.She had read it so many times that her copy at home was in pieces barely held together by tape.For the last four years that book and the hero Brad Ramsey had lived in her heart and in her mind.He was the man she dreamed of seducing every night when she closed her eyes.She had licked every inch of his divinely masculine body from head to foot, and had made him beg her for mercy.They had made love everywhere from Caribbean beaches to the snowdrifts of Moscow.In her mind she had ridden him hard and furiously, and made him hers.Oh, to really be the book's heroine Ren Winterbourne.The sultry, sophisticated agent, woman of the world, who knew every way possible to make a man beg for her touch.Ren never doubted herself.She always knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.Marianne was still searching for her place in the world.And when it came to men, she would never understand them.They were completely alien beasties.She sighed wistfully.Her entire life was a study in what could have been.If only she'd been smarter, taller, prettier…But she wasn't.Her mother had once told her that life was about acceptance.That she needed to be content with what was dealt her and be grateful it wasn't worse.Starting this instant, Marianne was going to take her mother's advice.Mostly.She was going to walk out that door and…Stumble, knowing her."Do I have to wear the heels?" she asked Aislinn, holding her foot out toward the beautiful redhead as she flexed her ankle [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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