Blacksmith

About this book

MADDIEDeacon was older than me, but I wanted him regardless. He had this raw edge to him, this primal aura surrounding him that made me feel wholly feminine. He was the epitome of a man…a real man. Even his profession was masculine: a blacksmith. I had no doubt he knew how to work his hands over a woman, how to use them to make her feel the soft and hard sides of him.What I wanted was for him to be my first…my only.DEACONShe thought I didn’t see her watching me, that I didn’t know she wanted me.