Anastasia:
I was an avid reader of romance novels growing up. I enjoyed the thrill of Romance it brought with it, a thrill so ravishing it caused hearts to race in directions of the Wind.
But I never quite understood some of the phrases these books contained.
Yes I have had a few boyfriends, but none of them ever made me understand what it felt for the heart to race and sing at the same time.
Hardin did.
His hand was a coarse mixture of hard and soft as he led me through the trees,dodging a few slippery branches and forcing me to trudge on, no words explained.
I was a pathetic love sick creature. Because all I seemed to be able to think about was how tempting he smelt, my wolf picturing what it would feel like to lick his skin itself, become one with him out here in the wild and in
