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Dirty Bonds
Dirty Bonds
Series · 2 books · 2014
By
B.M. Hardin
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Lola J.
Books in series
#1
Dirty Bonds
2014
Money aint the only thing that can get you out of Jail on Bail! \
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\*“"Look, I don’t need the money. I have plenty of money. But let me tell you how this works. You see this contract…let me tell you what it says. It says I’ll post your bail, and have my one hell of a lawyer or judge friend get you off, or pay somebody to get you off under one condition…that DICK belongs to me; anytime, anywhere, until the contract is up. That means, your wife can’t know a thing about our little agreement and that also means that I want the works; I want to be fucked…not played with. Pleased not left unsatisfied; no in between, straight like that. So, where do we go from here is up to you. So, what’s it going to be?” I said in closing as I liked my lips. Devon leaned back in his chair and eyed me as if he was trying to read my mind. My guess was that he was trying to figure out if I was serious or if it all was some sick, twisted joke. But I was dead ass serious. He eyed me up and down, just before biting his bottom lip. After a few more minutes, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay,” he said…I grinned.\
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#2
Low Down Dirty Bonds
2014
"Fate Ain't always fair; but it's always exactly what it's supposed to be" ★★30,000 words of the highs, the lows & the Dirty!★★ “So, can you help get me out?” he asked me, somewhat in an irritable tone. I eyed the piece of eye candy that sat in front of me. He was sexy…as hell, but something about him turned me off. He just wasn’t exactly my type. And besides, I had other plans in mind. “Yes, I think I might be able to get them to lower your bail and get the ball rolling to get you out,” I answered him. He was quiet for a while. He was actually quite strange. Though he was only in on drug charges, he definitely gave off the vibe of a murderer or something of that sort. “Oh, so I’m not good enough to get under one of your little dirty bond contracts?” he asked. What? How the hell did he know about that? “What are you talking about?” I asked him innocently. “The streets talk…hell what you think I called you for?” was all he said. \
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Book starts exactly where Book One leaves off\
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Authors
B.M. Hardin
Author · 41 books
Lola J.
Author · 1 book