"Don't stop," she said. Her voice was low and breathy, as sexual as he'd ever heard a woman.
He was a raider. Strong, powerful, and well respected. At least, he was respected by the people he cared about.
She was beautiful, and powerful in her own way, too. I thought she could lift the curse... but someone stole her away from me.
Now all that matters is who he cares about more: me, or his curse?
One Night with the Rebel
Better Have Heart (Harrison Campus 2)
Dirty Pool
City Girl
The Billionaire's Secret
To Scotland, With Love
Death's Angel: A Novel of the Lost Angels
His Mating Mark