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Roadside Rest Stop [MultiFormat]
eBook by Jennifer Mueller
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eBook Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Romance
eBook Description:  Don't come a knockin' if something's rocking! Who is rockin' whose world? If the van's a rockin' don't come a knockin'! While Lola's taking a road trip she pulls over on the promise of nothing more than a sign and a smile of the guy that keeps passing her. The sexy Indian is ready to take no prisoners, will she be held captive by him or her desires? Watch out for what happens next!
eBook Publisher: Red Rose Publishing/MC/IR, Published: 2008-03-13, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2008
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [50 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [113 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [268 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [9 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [171 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [80 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [129 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [129 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [9 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [34 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [103 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [20 KB]
Words: 2905
Reading time: 8-11 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781604351163
 
Iowa has to be the most boring state to drive though. Oh, I know most of you can name somewhere worse, but when you've made the trip for a decade and nothing ever changes, its just downright boring. Hell, I know exactly where I am just from looking at the mile marker signs. 236 from the Iowa border south, 114 from the Missouri border south, to 130 in Kansas, it starts in the 230's there, too. The same numbers, the same trip, the same everything. Those damn mile markers never seemed to move faster than molasses. I drive an old 1971 VW orange camper mobile, maybe it's my vehicle that can't go any faster than molasses. The wind wasn't with me to get a good 55 MPH going. Looking out the window as a car passed me, everyone passed me, I was used to it, I could see into the vehicle. I recognized it, we'd been playing tag for over an hour. It would pass me and then fall back, then pass me again. He was from Oklahoma and drove a white pickup, a big new one. Every time he went by, he smiled at me.
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