The bartender’s back was to me. His tight jeans and dark black t-shirt hung to his curves. I licked my dry lips and glanced him over. His butt looked pretty damned good.
I hadn’t even had a man to fantasize about in ages. My ex-husband hadn’t been dynamite in the sack. His needs had always come first, and then when he was done, so was I.
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Loved this series great story lines, angst some violence and an underlying thread throughout all 4 books