Leandra Parsons

45%
Flag icon
“Yeah, a raging bull. You came through that like I was a matador holding the handkerchief.” He laughs. “Where have you been?” “Well, this is the city, and traffic at this time of night is not exactly light. Then it took me a moment to find the entrance.” I sigh heavily.
Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview