“Negotiator…I am still at your service.” Tival’s lips hovered over Heldon’s, breath warm. He still smelled like the forest after a rain. The hand that caressed his ear brushed back to the back of his head, threading through his hair to his scalp.
Royal gets a call one morning about a job. It is the type of job he absolutely hates but is convinced because of the pay.
He isn’t pleased that he has to look after some rich brat but when the brat turns out to be more than he bargained for, what can he do?
I wrote this synopsis in a rush, I’ll try fine tune it later. Do give it a read and I hope you enjoy it. Todos.
Cover isn’t mine, all right to the artist.
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“Negotiator…I am still at your service.” Tival’s lips hovered over Heldon’s, breath warm. He still smelled like the forest after a rain. The hand that caressed his ear brushed back to the back of his head, threading through his hair to his scalp.
To Pine for Pink Opals
Fantasy · Meg Carlyle