The rancher and the spitfire…

Curls of purple, pink and blue across her cheeks and back, Jaya’s a vision. She tempers my torment, soothes my despair, and fans my passion. Her kiss tastes of everything I want but shouldn’t. If I could fall more deeply in love with her, I did it just then. But I had to let her go.

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