Chapter One
“Oooo Jerud!” Fiona giggled as Jerud’s hands went under her long brown skirt. She wiggled about, feeling his warm palm on her upper thigh. The more she squirmed, the higher his fingers went along the thin fabric of her underclothes. “You beast!” she blared, as she felt him at the top of the garment, about to pull at the drawstring.
“Unhand her!” A gravelly voice bellowed from behind them both, and Fiona and Jerud turned their shocked faces toward a mountain of a man in a long black coat, shiny knee high boots, wearing a threatening scowl on his full bearded face. Tempestuous eyes stared out from a countenance that suggested a past filled with all manner of experience, from the blissful to the dangerous. He was an appalling sight.
Jerud’s hand dropped from Fiona’s waist, the
