Surely they were proliferating like rabbits. As a member of the family it wouldn't be horribly bad if she was to venture near the window, but without an escort she couldn't escape the sad crush for even the barest second. Sweat dripped down her back and into her unmentionables while the open terr...
spat the captive. Fallon slammed his palm flat down on the stranger’s face, and the man screamed, head bouncing off the shag, back into Fallon’s hand. “Man, you are just asking for rug burns. Who sent you and where are they?” “Torture!” wailed the terrorist. “Not if I make it quick,” said Fallon....
Three days without a word from her on and off again lover, and a bad case of the blue devils from Michel’s abrupt finish. By the time Michel’s wildly expensive, but very discrete carriage rolled to a quiet stop just outside the servant's entrance she was so highly strung she couldn’t stand still....