Lyon — Elizabeth Amber
Hair doesn’t actually work that way.
Wicked Highlander — Donna Grant
But you can be food for any animal bigger than a guinea pig.
Wilder — Christina Dodd
And yet, somehow, it did.
Much, much worse.
Summer Islanders — Lloyd Allen
Pretty sure that your good taste is long gone.
Fetters of Gold — Jane Donnelly
But just imagine what she had to do to earn a medal.
Charms — Kathleen Kane
Fight in style in fashions by Coco Chainmail.
Velvet & Steel — Sylvie Sommerfield
For those discerning individuals who really don’t care if they eat.
Lord of the Hunt — Ann Lawrence
Right behind you.
Hidden Moon — Lori Handeland
Man, you go to all this trouble to draw the eyes to boob level, and people insist on looking at your Sting circa 1985 hair instead. *sigh*
Night Season — Eileen Wilks
Not with a bang, but a splat.
Should’ve used a bigger branch.
Alluring Adversary — Marti Jones
I’d still be half of what you need.
(With bonus creepy sounding blurb)
Midway Between You and Me — Rogenna Brewer
From the looks of those things, he’s got a full load.
Wild Bride — Jeanne Montague
The mayor of Broody Town.
If He’s Wild — Hannah Howell
This is not the time.
And this is certainly not the place.
Unless you want an audience.
…Do you… want an audience?
Petals in the Storm — Mary Jo Putney