The Children of Hurin
Monday, May 14th, 2007A Review.
A Review.
Jake’s tanned, muscular arms encircled her in his powerful yet tender embrace. The thick scent of sweat, musk, and goat cheese enveloped them both in a veil of hot of passion. Jake nuzzled the deep cleft of his chiseled chin against the soft nape of her pearly white Saxon neck.
“I know we’re two different [...]
Because, you know, it’s probably the thing I’m least qualified to write about.