Iris Lim

73%
Flag icon
“Fox, no!” She raced after him, stumbling down the steps, grabbing hold of his upper right arm. “Whisky will solve nothing.” He whirled on her quickly in the tight space, instantly pinning her to the stone wall with his larger body. He kissed her, savagely, hungrily. “Are you offering another sort of forgetting, wife?” His mouth burned hot on her neck.
Love Practically (The Penn-Leiths of Thistle Muir, #1)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview