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The Flames had a great turn-out last week with over 180 visitors stopping by. (Just in case you wondered)
I've been working on Troll-y Yours, Book 2 in the Centaur series. This is Aleksander's story - and he's one HOT dude!
Kempor Aleksander had thought he’d seen the sexiest female bodies within a hundred mile radius. Voted Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda fifteen years in a row by Mythic Magazine, the woods crawled with hungry babes. Nothing in his vast experience prepared him for the sight that literally dropped in front of him.
Lush creamy breasts with raspberry nipples that his lips quivered to taste. Round curves of her smooth backside, a delightfully naughty expanse of flesh, called him to stroke with strong passes of his hand.
Damnit, he was in his true form. Oh Pan, why do you taunt me so?
Ella squealed and turned a bright shade of pink. She made a grab for her fallen towel, but Alek reached out and grasped her arm. He splayed his front hooves and drew her closer.
“Al, stop it. I’m naked.”
“Yes, kalos. You are.” He called her beautiful in the old language, because she was . . . and more. Satin divine slid beneath his palm as his free hand moved across her back. The way she wriggled and fought to gain the damned towel made him smile.
Ella’s face flamed, and she stared at him in disbelief. “What are you doing? Let me cover up.”
Alek ignored her protests. She didn’t fight him as if her life depended on it. In fact, if he read the smoky haze in her pale blue eyes correctly, she was every bit turned on as him—perhaps more.
The very thought swished his tail.
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