Indian Hunting

I am Indian. He is African. I know nothing of him, yet he’s my husband. I don’t know what his interests are. I don’t know the sound of his voice. I don’t even know what he looks like. I am worried about this marriage. Will he love me? Will I love him? Most importantly I wonder if the rumors are true about African men. If he is big…and can I handle that much man? My Arranged Marriage is a short erotic interracial romance. It is for mature readers only.

Nice shiny silver ore, shipped out every week.Now that’s a target Logan and Max can’t resist. But, the silver’s run out and so has the town. Run out of options as an angry tribe of Indians fights for what is there’s. Now Max and Logan find themselves in a fight for their lives and only the Long Moon can save them. Whatever that is.

Her mouth twists, “I was a slave there until General Butler came along.” “I can’t imagine you being a slave to anyone.” “I couldn’t either.” She says dryly.