Holly Smale Author Novels & Stories

Death by edging. I wasn’t sure if that was possible, but it sure the fuck felt like a possibility. No fantasy I ever dreamed of being with Holly could hold a candle to reality. Holly was going to be the death of me, and even if I don’t get to cum before I meet that end, I could say I would die with a smile. I would die a happy man because Holly Boland, the star of every fantasy I’ve had since I was sixteen, TIED me up in the hayloft and gave me the most mind-blowing blow job without ever blowing my load.

“Holly went here and tried to save us. She successfully sneaked inside the campsite without being detected.” Her face brightened for a second. “The Wakeham princess? The last heir to the bloodline of the pure-blood Alphas? She was here? I thought she’s—” “Pregnant, yes.” I chuckled shortly, both in awe and longing for my mate. I couldn’t feel anger that she broke her promise not to put herself in danger again. Holly was a brave Luna, a loving mate, and a loyal friend. I knew she would do something to save us if she could and she managed to get Alec and Mel from the campsite. Successfully.

Your author, Laramie.