BLURB

An angel.
When I discover her asleep in the forest, it is the worst rainstorm in memory.
Sent from god.
She’s abandoned and alone, in her hands a young child.
I’m going to safeguard them.
My cottage is your storm shelter. Nobody can harm them under my control.
No matter what the price.
But I’m not the one she believes I’m.
And if she discovers out, she will continue to run.
My house is her house, her soul.
And I’m sure you don’t want to crush it like hell.

Dear reader, have you missed the hills just as much as we have been?!
James is the bearded virgin baby daddy you waited for.
Can you tell it three times quickly?
Try that.
Now a bit clearer. Harder. Harder.
Yes. Yes.
Wait for that.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Just. Like. That.
When you shout his title, he enjoys it.
When you arrive home for more, we like that. 🙂 Xo, Chantel & Frankie