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74 pages, ebook
First published February 1, 2014
He stood upright, broad-chested, with perfectly brushed chestnut fur that gleamed under his open leather jacket. His jeans clung to his absurdly muscled thighs. He had hooves for feet but—unmistakably—hands for hands.
Her name was Rowan. Hair like raven feathers, voice like a flute section that hadn’t warmed up properly.
The pregnant pause stretched to its third trimester.
You could cut the sexual tension in this barn with a knife, and the knife would come back blunt.
“I want real love. The kind that makes you feel like your heart grew opposable thumbs and learned to clap.”
