Excerpts from "Through All Eternity" by Jen Yates
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Who
the hell was this woman who'd walked into his soul with the ease of someone
walking into a garden, but who fit there with the comfort of a damned thorn
bush? Who was Jenna Hackville and why did she disturb him so?
His
body thrummed as if with the memory of a shared physically intimate knowledge
and a burning need to renew that knowledge, while his mind reverberated with
the gut-deep certainty of treachery.A
treachery which nevertheless, wouldn't prevent their bodies from melding and
exploding together with cataclysmic and volcanic force should she make one
positive move in his direction. Torr had the harsh conviction the civilisation
he'd always thought an integral part of his psyche was but a flimsy veneer,
stretched to its thinnest, over a barbaric brigand lurking beneath. There was
no doubt he was losing his mind.
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