Navarre as described by Marissa Vasquez
Alone with Navarre, Marissa studied the man who'd become a part of her life in such an abrupt and magical way. He lay on his back, unmoving, yet still loomed so vibrant and large in the small room that he…
Alone with Navarre, Marissa studied the man who'd become a part of her life in such an abrupt and magical way. He lay on his back, unmoving, yet still loomed so vibrant and large in the small room that he…
The dynamic alphaness of the man matched Jared's, except that this man was rougher. The only thing that softened his warrior-sharp features was the black silk of his long hair and the luxuriance of his water-spiked lashes. Dark-coffee eyes flashed…
Lightning briefly illuminated the strong curve of his stubble-rough jaw, devilish smile, and raven’s wing hair whipping in the wind. Damn, the man had no right to look so sexy in the middle of hell. He stripped off his black…
The sound of heavy booted feet striding closer preceded a deep polished voice. "Is there a problem, Dobbs?" The tone and verve of the unknown man's voice vibrated in the air and ruffled my already quaking insides. The sensation intensified…