What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?
Lora LeighHe was tall, one of the tallest men she had ever seen. Dressed in jeans, boots and a cotton shirt. Thick black hair grew rakishly long, falling over the collar of his shirt. Intense brown eyes, almost the color of amber, surveyed the diner slowly before coming back to her. Electricity sizzled in the air then, as though invisible currents connected them, forcing her to recognize him on a primitive level. Not that she wouldn’t take notice anyway. He was power, strength, and so incredibly male that her breath caught at the sight of him.
Lora LeighYes, he would be gone, but she knew now what it meant to love. She might not know what it meant to be loved, but loving was almost as good.
Lora LeighDon't go there Rule" Lawe warned him softly. " I don't think your horoscope declared today to be a good day to die.
Lora LeighYou touch everyone, Emily. You touch a father's heart. A stranger's loyalty, and the soul I never knew I had. You touch it, and you remind us of all the innocence we've lost in the world." - Kell Krieger
Lora LeighMen sucked. They were the root of every problem any woman could ever have. They were the reason for bras, the need for makeup, hair stylists, shaving legs, and high heels that made the arch feel like it had a steel rod slammed up it. They were picky, arrogant, argumentative, and so damned certain of themselves <...>.
Lora Leigh