I’ve been rather inconsistent with the Flames lately. For those of you who email or contact me on Facebook asking for some heat…I thank you!
Would you like to see the Flames go back to every other Friday? Perhaps only once a month? When you share your SMOKING HOT SCENE below, let me know what your preference is.
discussion and bargaining, and I’m good to go.
bedroom with bare feet. She cleared her throat. “Good morning.”
creased her face, her hair lay mussed and wild about her shoulders. Heat coiled
low in his belly; his scrotum tightened inside his pants.
was in deep shit.
his waking mind, the plan seemed so easy. None of the sexy details were filled
in. Now, with her standing in front of him looking like she’d been tumbled hard
in the sack, all he could think of was . . . getting hard in the sack!
brown hair, liberally streaked with auburn, floated in waves over her shoulders
and cascaded down her back. He watched her like a slow motion movie. She lifted
her hands and pushed the heap away from her face, her breasts jiggling with
there.” He grabbed open the lower door of the cold box and hid behind it,
adjusting himself through his jeans. Guileless, her innocent eyes held no
condemnation for his Centaur breeding.
was born decades after the last arrow flew in hatred. Her people had committed
horrendous crimes, but he had murdered as well. He was the villain here, not
her. The proof stood right before his eyes, looking so damn beautiful—a felony
on two legs.