She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.
J.R. WardChrist, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?
J.R. WardAs the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dogโs big head and stroking the soft furโฆplaying with an earโฆdipping down and ๏ฌnding the long waves that ๏ฌowed from the animalโs broad, strong chest. Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course. It just felt nice, was all.
J.R. WardWeโre vampires,โ he said. โNot fairies.โ โSometimes Iโm not so sure about that. You see that study your king hangs out in?โ โHeโs nearly blind.โ โWhich explains why he hasnโt hanged himself in that pastel train wreck.โ โI thought you were bitching about the gloom-and-doom decorating?โ โI free-associate.
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