Bookomaniac

3%
Flag icon
This note or highlight contains a spoiler
The swoop of thick black hair falling over a tanned forehead into eyes the colour of whiskey held over a flame. The wavy locks tangled in his long lashes, and when he reached up to brush them away, I noticed the bright tattoos on the back of his hand, the letters on the base of each knuckle, and what looked like an owl with its wings spread over the sides of his
Asking for Trouble (The Fallen Men, #8)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview