Through the Dust (Black Springs Ranch, #2)

by Amber Palmer

“Fuck the leather, fuck the lace. Cheers to the ones who sit on our face!”

Getting drunk should never look that fucking sinful, and I suddenly found myself wondering if I needed to go to church.

And I’d been dirty talked into a quiet submission. Who knew that was a thing?

And then there was that slutty fucking gold chain around his neck.

Setting my feelings aside, which was hard to do because I took everything personally,