“Look at that,” she whispered as her gaze traveled down his naked form. “I don’t think you hate me as much as you let on.”
“Oh,” he said, grabbing her hand, forcing her to stop touching him, “but I do.”
A dark sneer marred her feminine features. Her cat-like eyes narrowed, and her full lips disappeared into a thin line below her broad nose which turned up on one side. Damn, even in anger he wanted her.
Lauren Murphy is a woman who is run into the ground by her children whom she adores. After a long day at work she enjoys working out until she drops and cooking the family dinner. She tries to be productive as her children follow at her heels. Pulling at her mouse and hitting the caps lock as she tries to write her stories. Originaly from Chicago, Il she came to Nashville for school and as been trapped there since then.