Hunter Blackwood
He was at Sensations bar, the glass of whiskey firmly in his hand as his eyes ran the hall. Then he saw her: a small female figure, immovable, daring to stare at him. She was looking for her to lower her head in submission, as if the body responded before her mind.
About Hunter Blackwood
He was at Sensations bar, the glass of whiskey firmly in his hand as his eyes ran the hall. Then he saw her: a small female figure, immovable, daring to stare at him. She was looking for her to lower her head in submission, as if the body responded before her mind.