Those eyes, those big, sexy, dark, wounded eyes, they were killing her, making her burn for him.
Why was a man who looked like he was hurting so irresistible? Did she need to be needed? Maybe she’d imprinted on Jane Eyre, Florence Nightingale, all the rest of it. ‘Let me heal you, you big strong, huge-dicked hunk.’  … More Erotic Romance Can Be Murder: Romantic Suspense Duet