Sam Sheridan as described by Emerald Linton
It was stupid of her to expect that he'd hold back from something he thought he had to do. He wouldn't be Sam if he did. Nine months ago, she'd driven into Twilight and he'd pulled her over for a…
It was stupid of her to expect that he'd hold back from something he thought he had to do. He wouldn't be Sam if he did. Nine months ago, she'd driven into Twilight and he'd pulled her over for a…
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…
Quietly she slipped the chain on and cracked the door open. She was in no mood to be polite. "I'm sorry. I'm not interested in anything you might be selling. There is a no solicitation ordinance in this neighborhood, so…