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    Stud House
    Stud House
    Stud House
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    Stud House

    By Anissa Palleson

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    It was supposed to be a simple business transaction. Jacqueline has paid for membership at a secret 'stud house' where women can get knocked up by the men employed there. Anonymously. No strings attached. But the stud she chooses gets under her skin in more ways than one, and she finds herself longing for much more than just his seed...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnissa Palleson
    Release dateJun 7, 2018
    ISBN9780463435670
    Stud House
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    Anissa Palleson

    Anissa Palleson writes sexy stories exploring the themes of pregnancy risk and impregnation.

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      Stud House - Anissa Palleson

      Stud House

      STUD HOUSE

      ANISSA PALLESON

      Copyright © 2018 by Anissa Palleson. All characters are over 18 years of age.

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      CONTENTS

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      About the Author

      As I drove up to the house, it appeared nondescript and perfectly ordinary.

      That might have been part of its disguise. A way to hide what took place here.

      I checked the address one more time, however. Just to make sure.

      After all, I paid a pretty hefty fee to be here.

      This was a private club with a very specific purpose. To pair women who wanted to get pregnant with men who wanted to impregnate them. No strings. No expectations.

      Completely anonymous.

      With three main options.

      The most private, of course, was for a woman to submit a

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