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342 pages, Paperback
First published July 4, 2006
Drunk-Sara was fun. Drunk-Sara set things on fire. Drunk-Sara grabbed groping men by the balls and squeezed until they passed out.So it seems our dear heroine needs to get her aggression under control. No problem. That non-werewolf biker (there are no such things as werewolves you silly) will gladly "fuck the aggression out of her." Hey don't look at me, I'm not the one who wrote the freaking book. Well, if I'm to be completely honest here Sara isn't that hopeless. Why? She has a secret orgasmic weapon you see. But more on that later.
She couldn’t explain it, but her old wound had somehow become a giant G-spot on her leg.Yep, that's right, her old leg wound does the trick every time. Didn't expect that did you? Touch my scar! Touch my scar! Wheee!
”You belong to me, but I belong to you. Even before you marked me, I belonged to you� as much as it annoys the shit out of me.�
“Dear God, woman. Are you talking about him fucking the aggression out of me?�
Oh, man� no one had ever kissed her like this. This man’s tongue owned her. And he knew it, too.
“Is this you being all in charge?�
“Where you’re concerned, I am in charge.�
“Are you happy in your land of delusions? Are you king there"
"You’re an asshole.�
“And you’re a psychotic bitch.� His head dipped down and he dragged his tongue across her nipple, causing her back to arch. “But I’m pretty sure I could fuck that right out of you.�
She rode him with her mouth, the sound of her sucking and growling and his moaning the only thing heard in the room. And that’s when he decided� she was his. He was going to claim her and claim her now.
“My first change? You mean I’ve popped my change-cherry?�