“ The fairies will work their magic. They always do. ”
No man returns from Satan’s fire read to dance a reel.
~ Amy Jarecki
The ruddy chieftain snorted. “You’ve not noticed? I reckon he’s as smitten as a bull in a paddock of heifers in spring.
She moved her hips, his manhood sliding between her wet thighs, rekindling the hot craving at her very core. “How can I bring you pleasure?
I will always find you. You are in my soul.
