
The last Six Sunday of November. How did that happen? Are those jingle bells I hear? LOL
He let me sidestep him, then fisted the laces running parallel to my spine. “You’ll never find your way from the lower tunnels alone.” I ignored the slight scraping of his nail as his finger slid between my gown and silken chemise. “Come on.” He tugged. “I’ll take you to your room.”
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Rapunzel was made with technologically advanced hair. As a trained Mother agent, Zel can’t escape the DNA that makes her a pawn in corporate espionage. Kidnapped and held in a tower on Gothel Island, she falls prey to the sexual allure of her captor’s son, Langley, a man whose every tantalizing touch makes her forget she wasn’t born human.

Hailey writes about questionable applications of otherwise perfectly good magic, the transformative power of love, the family you choose for yourself, and blowing stuff up. Not necessarily all at once. That could get messy.


