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…
He'd crossed his thick arms over a chest that rivaled Atlas for broadness and strength. She lifted her gaze higher. He sat with his heels propped on her bumper, knees bent and legs spreadānot extra wide, but he sure wasn't…