May these sweet words caress you like the strong winding twines of lascivious sin.
For the mere thought of sacred union between thy skin and mine, brings electric arcs of animalism within.
For I would spend eternity laying with you, gazing into thy carnivorous eyes and hearing the wind whispering your name....
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
I am hard at work on book two of Journal of the Wolves of Spruce Hollow and thought I would give you a little sneak peek at the cover art!