The Naughty Angel And Her Three Very Wise Men: A Christmas Ménage - Plot & Excerpts
Eden had kept her in the kitchen for three hours, stuffing her with food and chatting. Annabelle was exhausted, but she needed to work on her Christmas presents. Turning on the stereo the guards had carried up earlier, Annabelle swayed to the soft rock that played while she started the first of several murals. Two hours later, with paint covering her hands, she plunked down onto the chair and closed her eyes. She just needed to rest a few minutes before her mates were due home. She stretched her legs out and yawned. Annabelle hadn't meant to sleep so long. “Well, it seems Sleeping Beauty has finally woken?” The sneer in the woman's voice sent a chill down her spine, and Annabelle's eyes flashed open. She wasn't in the studio anymore. Trish stepped in front of her and smiled. “Now, aren't you a sight? Don't know where you're at, do you?” she taunted. This had to be a nightmare, Annabelle thought as three more demons surrounded her. Marcus, Lance, where are you? “Aww, poor sister.
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