Size definitely matters.

I’ve wanted Fiona for years, but good intentions had me staying away. I’d always seen her as mine, and was pretty damn satisfied when she turned every guy away who came sniffing around her.

And it was because of my carnal need for her that I didn’t touch another woman, that I stayed celibate for Fiona.
When it came to her I was possessive, territorial.

I didn’t just want her in my bed.

I wanted her as mine. Branded by me … bred by me.

And one way or another I’d have her … as my wife and filled with my baby.


Warning: This might be a safe read with a celibate hero and a virgin heroine, but it’s over-the-top filthy in the best baby-making of ways. Grab a contraceptive because reading this might get you pregnant. *wink*