Novel & Cerita Jasper Potter

He looked half starved, and probably was. “It’s a scoundrel named Jake Spoon,” Dish said. “I reckon he’s beguiled her.” “Oh, so that’s it,” Jasper said. “I believe I’ve heard the name. A pistolero of some kind, ain’t he?” “I wouldn’t know what he is,” Dish said, in a tone that was meant to let Jasper know he had no great interest in discussing the matter further. Jasper took the hint and the two of them rode over to the Hat Creek pens in silence, their minds on

Jennifer was shocked and was trembling. She was hiding behind Jasper. Casper felt sorry and looked at the broken glass of the coffee table. He previously picked this coffee table with his sister because it had a minimalist look. “Ha, what’s wrong if I stay with artists and models? Does that have anything to do with you? Who are you? You’re just an outsider, and why do you bother to care about me? Even my sister does not treat you as her friend!”

My ugly thoughts are interrupted when someone slides onto the empty stool beside me. “Hey there.” The voice is warm and confident but not cocky. I turn slightly and find myself looking at a man with soft brown skin, neatly trimmed beard, and kind eyes that hold a spark of curiosity. He’s dressed casually but well, dark jeans, a fitted shirt, a watch that hints at money without screaming it. Clean. Attractive. Safe. “I’m Jasper,” he says with an easy smile. “And I’d hate myself if I didn’t at least try.”

“You’re such an asshole. Keep your dirty fantasies to yourself.” Jasper wiggled his eyebrows, still grinning. “Hey, I’m just being honest. She’s got that fresh, new vibe. Makes me want to teach her everything slow and filthy. But seriously, bro, what’s really on your mind? You look like you’re about to explode.”

Jasper's foot tapped rapidly against the floor, a clear sign of his impatience. His furrowed brow and clenched jaw revealed his growing frustration as the minutes dragged on. He was currently in Moon Valley to deliver the drugs his father had ordered him to. "Where the hell is that old man? How dare he make me wait?" Jasper growled, his voice dripping with irritation. His sharp glare was enough to make Jao gulp nervously. The young man bore an uncanny resemblance to his father, Derrick—both in cunning and ruthlessness.

STEPMOTHER’S BOY PT 1 Jasper Quill came home from college for summer break. The house felt different now that his dad had married Vivienne. At twenty-three, Jasper was a muscular college athlete with a strong body from years of training. He carried his bags upstairs to his old room. Vivienne Cross was thirty-nine and stunning. She had long red hair, voluptuous curves, and a confident smile that made Jasper’s heart race. She treated him kindly, but he had been secretly attracted to her for months.