Another year down, another year older. (Which, as anyone will tell you, beats the alternative.)
And another six from FROST, releasing from Decadent Publishing February 12, in time for Valentine's Day.
Max Raines is one of my hottest heroes ever. Literally and figuratively.
Without warning, he swept her into his arms as if she weighed no more than dandelion fluff, a sturdy arm braced behind her knees. His strength, the way he’d so neatly seized control, nearly made her swoon again. His size dwarfed her. She curled her hand against his neck, sifting her fingers into the black hair at his nape, as she’d been longing to do from the moment he entered the gallery. The inky locks were deceptively soft. Unlike the otherwise hard-as-marble male.
Birthday surprise: If I get more than 25 comments today, I'll give a random commenter a copy of SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS or HEALING HEARTS!
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