Saturday, May 28, 2016

Sugar Love by Victoria H. Smith



Sugar... 

That's some kind of name, isn't it? 

It wasn't any type of name I'd heard of, but across the world, it seemed I was the only one. 

You see, he's an international superstar, talented, sexy, and one day, he comes walking into my record store. He tells me he wants to buy some music, and later on, wants to get to know me a little better. 

I had no idea he was here for his American debut, nor that he was one of the most successful rappers South Korean music had ever seen. If I had, I might not have been so frazzled when I found out and accidentally kidnapped him. 

But then again... 

Maybe that wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

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