By the Horns (Royal Artifactual Guild, #2)

by Ruby Dixon

The dead man in the alley is really bothering me.

I groan. Gods, yes. This is exactly what I need—an eager, willing partner. “I’m yours to play with, woman. Be as rough as you like.”

“You can have my hand, and I’ll even throw in my tongue. I’ll wipe all that lotion off and mouth you good. Or you can have my cunt.” “Cunt,” he says immediately, and gestures to his thighs. “Come sit on me. I’ll make you feel amazing.”

“I’m warning you, I’m a heavy woman.” “You say that like it’s a problem. I like thick thighs.”

“Just take what you can and enjoy yourself.” The big Taurian manages a roguish grin. “I know I will.”

“Damn, but your tits are big. Gorgeous. I’m a lucky male.” “Perfect for those big hands of yours.” “Aye, you’re more than perfect.”

But I’ll die inside. I know I will. I can’t do it. Being Sparrow’s friend has taught me that if you want something badly enough, you must pursue it, regardless of what people say. Even if I’m not successful, I can at least try. Failing makes me end up at the same spot that not trying does, so why not try? I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

It’s a terrible thing to be vain, but I’m not a looker in the face, and I’m not rich. Tits are all I have.

“You make family where you can, and you make the best of a bad hand every time. That’s all you can do.”