MARRYING HER ENEMY
Now, for the first time, she could see that these werewolves were…well, fuck, the only word she could think of was attractive as well as different.
They had a kind of blatant, raw sexuality, and they made no attempt to hide the fact they saw her as a sex object. It made Keanna uncomfortable, but she’d been warned to expect it. The buyers looked young—most maybe not out of their teens, so they had the strength and vitality of youth. Their skin was golden tan. Their hair color wasn’t just red, as she’d always thought, but ran the gamut from golden blond to a deep russet color. And they were big—muscular powerhouses who towered over her almost six feet by a good five or six inches. More than a
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