Deacon was older than
me, but I wanted him regardless. He had this raw edge to him, this primal aura
surrounding him that made me feel wholly feminine. He was the epitome of a man…a
real man. Even his profession was masculine: a blacksmith. I had no doubt he knew
how to work his hands over a woman, how to use them to make her feel the soft and
hard sides of him.
What I wanted was for him to be my first…my
She thought I didn’t see her watching me, that I didn’t know
she wanted me.
I knew, and I wanted her with a fierceness that rivalled
What Maddie didn’t know was I’d already claimed her. There
was no other woman for me but her. I was a possessive bastard, territorial when it came
to her. The time had finally come to make her mine. I’d show her how primal I really
was, how rough I liked it, how much I wanted to make her scream my name. I’d show
her how a man took care of his woman in all the ways that counted.
She’d be mine. Only mine.
Warning: You like your heroes with
a touch of caveman? Look no further because Deacon has it going on. He’s all man,
and then some. Hold on tight because this story packs a punch, being unbelievable in
the best of ways and having instal-everything.
the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing
full-time she worked as a nurse.