Miracle Jones
“Miracle came awake with a start. Someone’s hand was covering her lips and nose, nearly suffocating her.
“I want answers,” Harrison’s voice declared tautly through the faintly moonlit darkness of dead night.
Relief flooded her system, slowing her rollicking pulse to a more normal rhythm. She tried to answer, but his hand didn’t budge. Above her, his shadow was dark and menacing. He shifted his weight, and her arms were suddenly pinned down by a pair of hard masculine knees. The brute was sitting on her!
Miracle, who’d dressed and moved back to the other side of the camp, hoping to catch at least a few moments of sleep while her soul waged a war with itself over the way she’d given herself to him, was completely at his mercy. Gone was the seductive lover. He was furious, she realized with growing fury herself as she stared into a pair of intense, shadowed eyes. And he was obviously in full control of his faculties.
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