Killer Quent

Book Number: 309

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He’d always been more a fighter than a lover!


There were two classes of women in his world — the kind that shrank from his chilling appearance and murderous reputation as though he had leprosy, and the other, tougher kind who were fascinated by those same characteristics. There was never any shortage either of females who treated him like poison or those who wanted to know what it was like to make love to a man who had blood on his hands.

“What do you want?”

By way of reply, she reached down and pulled the nightgown smoothly over her head. Quent stared at the ripe body for a long moment then lifted his eyes to her face. He moved his lean body a little, leaving her space to sit beside him. Her hand went inside his black shirt and stroked his pale flesh, her eyes brightening in the light.

“I want you to make love to me,” she breathed. “Now.”

“Are you any good?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

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