Darcy Branwyn

…Slowly, John curved one hand around her bottom, and then eased her into him. Alana could feel—oh. Being nose-to-nose put every part of him to hand, as if they were two interlocking pieces that only needed to be pressed closely enough together.

She closed her eyes against him, her breath lost and her body demanding that this desire be fulfilled. No, not yet. She couldn’t be sure that she’d get more than one night with him. The timing had to be perfect…

I, Darcy, your fierce but loving goddess, daughter of the great Aphrodite herself, hereby proclaim that you will support my bog. In return for your adoration, I promise to keep you entertained with stories of love, epic battles, and great sex.