Naga raced across the floor. She knew if she crawled, the pebbles would dig into her skin and make her sore. She made for the nearest pole and climbed to the highest rafter, where she curled up and watched the man on the crocus-sack mattress, grunting and writhing . . .
Tag: The Saapin
It was hard to resist the lure of Miss Chantal. Her silky-smooth waist-length hair was as dark as her haunting round eyes, set a little too far apart in her heart-shaped face . . .
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- Loving Donovan
- Becoming Abigail
- The Girl with the Golden Shoes
- The Gospel According to Cane
- The Duppy
- The Roving Tree
- The Warmest December
- An Unkindness of Ghosts
- A Simple Distance
- Climb: Taking Every Step with Conviction, Courage, and Calculated Risk to Achieve a Thriving Career and a Successful Life