Men of Sanctuary Series by Danica St. Como (5-6)
Requirements: epub reader, 649 kb | 2019 Reissue
Overview: St. Como, a Jersey girl born and raised, now writes at her farm in central upstate New York’s dairy country, usually surrounded by a gaggle of Whippets under and around her oversized, over-burdened desk—while being stared at from across the room by a giant, malevolent treadmill.
Genre: Erotic MM, MF
5. Aloha Man (MM) – A Hawaiian demolitions expert on sabbatical and a Navajo silversmith struggling with
the nightmares of his past. What are the chances that their lives—and love—can
connect?
“Yo, Black Crow. What’s happening, Zach?” Lorelei called out.
The artist rose, turned to greet his guests. Kamaka’s jaw dropped. He locked his
gaze on an American Indian, probably in his late twenties, with chiseled facial features,
straight black hair to rival Kamaka’s. The long, lustrous strands were held back by a
hammered silver headband depicting cactus flowers.
Such eyes! Striking hazel, nearly as golden as those of a cat, outlined by long, full,
black velvet lashes. This dude can’t be real.
Suddenly aware he’d been holding his breath, Kamaka exhaled. There is no doubt
the gods love me. They must adore me, to send such a magnificent gift to this Earth.
He’s too beautiful to be mortal.
title previously published, newly edited.
6. Saving Nico (MF) – He’s loved her from half a world away—but if Nico tells Abigail the truth, she may be lost
to him forever.
When Abigail opened the front door, the hand that had been poised over her
weapon dropped to her side. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for this sinner…
Her unwavering gaze locked onto six-feet and about one-hundred-ninety pounds
of hard body, sand T-shirt stretched tightly over wide shoulders, substantial biceps, and
sculpted torso. Sand camo BDU pants stretched over thick thighs, pant legs tucked into
tan combat boots. Ice- blue eyes surrounded by thick black lashes returned her gaze. A
swarthy complexion. Black hair high and tight, although longer top curls were trying to
fall over his forehead. The five-o’clock shadow was probably left over from the day
before.
Those shockingly pale blue eyes rounded out as he returned her stare. "Ma’am?
Did I catch you at a bad moment?"
Brain finally in gear, response forthcoming. "I’m sorry?"
He circled a finger next to his cheek. "I think you forgot something."
Oh, crap, crocodiles on a cruise ship. She’d forgotten the avocado face mask.
Good thing the slime covered her cheeks, or he’d see the red blush of total
embarrassment light up her face. With her fair complexion, even under a tan, she
couldn’t get away with anything. Then her hand went to the messy ponytail perched on
top of her head. Omigod.
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