Wanted: An alpha to help me move a toy back and forth. Repeatedly.
Life without hands is difficult. Ever since Niall was rescued from captivity, he hasnt been able to look an alpha in the eye. Which alpha wants a broken omega whose hands are shriveled and useless? An omega who jumps at loud noises, who cant step out of the house by himself?
Instead, he lives vicariously through the romance novels he writes.
When a tattooed, ex-convict alpha moves in next door, Niall cant look him in the eye, either.
Instead, his books are now based on his hot neighbor—Jag is a walking...
Wanted: An alpha to help me move a toy back and forth. Repeatedly.
Life without hands is difficult. Ever since Niall was rescued from captivity, he hasnt been able to look an alpha in the eye. Which alpha wants a broken omega whose hands are shriveled and useless? An omega who jumps at loud noises, who cant step out of the house by himself?
Instead, he lives vicariously through the romance novels he writes.
When a tattooed, ex-convict alpha moves in next door, Niall cant look him in the eye, either.
Instead, his books are now based on his hot neighbor—Jag is a walking fantasy, older than him but oh-so-strong. In the stories, Niall is the very object of Jags desire; Jag wants to hold him, and give him a baby.
Jag offers to take out Nialls trash one day. What Niall has forgotten about, and what Jag discovers in the trash, is a desperate, personal ad that Niall wrote but had gotten too embarrassed to post
