retreat hell

April 1, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Retreat Hell, She Just Got Here

What do you get when all three are Marines? A hot, feisty time! Releasing Soon The white shirt’s four top buttons were open revealing a well-muscled chest decorated by sprigs of white blond hair. His sun kissed face broadened into a hesitant smile, but despite his open mouth, no words came out. “Mr. Evans?” She had little to go on beyond a brief physical description of each man and their names. The blond was Evans. The darker-haired man would be Cavanaugh. But she hadn’t caught sight of him yet.