
On the Edge of Time
Here there be dragons. On the edge of time, in the wicked twists of wyrmhole space, wyrmdragons pre
Uncategorized Marni Mann 31 12th May, 2024
The attraction was undeniable. I couldn’t escape him. I didn’t want to. I was his. He was mine. But he wasn’t my husband. My once treasured marriage was now flawed and imperfect. By the time the guilt set in, it was too late. Reality was trying to keep me away from my obsession. My husband was that reality. My obsession was West. But West was forbidden. Taken. Married. We were swingers. It was the perfect arrangement. Until I fell in love… With West.