Sierra Furtado Book Novels & Stories

Or, perhaps, I should say I came thundering into hers… I allowed my mind to wander back to that sweet little cabin in the forest. The cabin she had taken over from her parents when they had passed away. Passed on from her Grandmother, I believed. A place she held so fondly in her memories. I had needed a long run that night, and it seemed my girl was relaxing on the deck of her cabin - reading a book on the rocking chair, a blanket over her legs, and a hot chocolate in hand; looking incredibly adorable. And the moment Ciro got a scent of her, our worlds were turned upside down… For my adorable Tesoro, soon had a naked man at her door to contend with, as Ciro did what he did best, and acted w

I looked up at the mirror, at the man I had become, cold, ruthless, empty. And for the first time, I felt fear. Fear that I had made a mistake I couldn’t undo. Just then, the door creaked open, and I turned sharply. My new Luna, Sierra, stood there, her face pale. She held something in her hands—a book, old and worn, the pages yellowed with time. “Darren…” Her voice trembled as she looked between the book and and I fought the urge to toll my eyes, but Sierra would not be trembling for absolutely no reason.