There isn’t so much to like about her, he thought. Except her raw power. And her sheer love for her son. And the way her eyes flash like fire one moment and glow like a moonstone the next. And the lines of her cheek, and lips, and the way her skirt moves around her legs…Dammit!
There isn’t so much to like about her, Except her raw powerAnd her sheer love for her son. And the way her eyes flash like fire one moment and glow like a moonstone the next. And the lines of her cheek, and lips, and the way her skirt moves around her legs…Dammit!Hunter sprang to his feet and shook his head, trying to clear his mind of her.
Quam help me, he whispered into the dark. Instantly a memory flashed before him, Ayla’s soft curves under a bearskin blanket, his arm around her, his hand cupping the firm swel
