Every week, a cover comes through our inbox that hurts my eyes. Reader Sandy has come through yet again.
What in the world? Is this like a boot leg Vikings type of goat killing thriller novel? Yikes.
Every week, a cover comes through our inbox that hurts my eyes. Reader Sandy has come through yet again.
What in the world? Is this like a boot leg Vikings type of goat killing thriller novel? Yikes.
Wait. Wait. WAIT…
This cannot be real.
Oh my gawd. This guy. HE HAS LOVE HANDLES. It’s okay in real life, but I want my book boyfriends to be fantasies. Is that so wrong? And the goat. Where do I start on the goat? I’m simply afraid to even mention the axe. Because AXE.