Georgia blushed. Actually blushed. Darius could only stare while she rushed through the rest of the spell. He barely heard her, his full attention locked on her face. Her sharp, wild, adorably pink face. Georgia Clare—biker, black witch, all-around badass—was blushing at a little skin-to-skin contact. The urge to touch her back crashed over…
L.J.K. OLIVA 