Today I decided to feature the new novel by Colleen Helme Crossing Danger.
I stood inside a small women’s locker room dressed in white drawstring pants that ended several inches above my ankles, and a robe-like top that crisscrossed to close in front. Luckily, I wore a black tank top underneath, since there wasn’t anything besides a white belt to hold it together.
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Sighing, I turned to leave and came face to face with Ramos. “Babe,” he drawled. “It looks like you’re drooling just a little. Want to go for a ride?”