Random Writing Notes
Some are clips from other books in series, some are description or research. Some are a mix of whatever. Some are story ideas that may or may not have been used. Make of it what you will.
Logan McCord Black wolf cowboy
Logan McCord. He looked like a Logan McCord. Tall, rangy, with broad shoulders and cowboy boots. He had brown hair that was cut short but curled slightly at the nape of his neck. He reminded her of an old time gunslinger with his gruff voice and assessing hazel eyes. Though, after watching the way he moved, more than anyone else she'd ever met, he made her think wolf. The predatory kind. Right now he was using those eyes to warn Cleo to watch her manners.
Alpha wolf who spoke only when necessary.
Not blatant but super sexy.
Just under her fathers height and all of it hard compacted muscles on top of muscles sheathed in leather. Between the body of a killer, and the intense green eyes that looked like he could see right through her clothes, Cleo was riveted. The man was a tall deadly package of yum-my.Her eyes were on the Council enforcer in his black leather uniform and boots with his straps crisscrossing his chest full of weapons, and lets not forget the large sword strapped across his back. She caught a brief familiar scent but couldn’t place his animal. His brown hair was cut short and had a touch of red in it, while his skin was tan and brought out the clear green of his eyes. Eyes that were surrounded by the thickest blackest lashes she had ever seen on a man. He was all angles, and broad muscled plains, and he towered over both the council rep and everyone waiting for them by a good foot.
Clytie long red hair green eyes. short and curvy, and slightly overweight. 5 4
Cassandra 5 6 hazel eyes sun kissed brown
Miley healer golden brown and hazel, 5 6
Roxanne golden hair, golden skin, eyes blue eyes
Cleo golden hair, golden skin, her fathers blue eyes
Miley Isabella Rose
She was a pretty little thing, though why she always wanted to describe her as little when she was at least 5’ 6” was a mystery. Had to be the smattering of freckles across her nose. It wasn't her wardrobe choice. Unlike Rebecca in her customary shorts, flip flops and “A Bene Placito” t-shirts, Isabella liked to wear Ultra feminine blouses and tight skirts, and she always wore heels even with the islands lax dress code. Probably because there were few who would take her seriously otherwise.
She was of some mixed bag ancestry that loved the sun, because her hair was honey brown and her skin, despite the freckles, tanned to a gold shimmer. Her eyes were hazel, and changed from green to blue depending on what she was wearing. She also had the look of a young fresh college co-ed even at 32. There was just something youthful and trustworthy about those dimpled cheeks.
Clyties history with sister
“Sister Rebecca Mary was 15. Your girl, 17. Needless to say, Christine Mary was taken back to her family. Left the day she turned 18 and never returned. Changed her name. Put herself through college and art school, worked numerous jobs, including self-defense instructor. She basically reinvented herself. She left to take up art full time. Encaustic, which is painting with wax. I had to research. Her only sibling living: Sarah Mary, and yes they all have the same middle name. For the Virgin Mary I expect. Married an Air Force mechanic. Parents, all the aunts, uncles, and most of the cousins still live in Poteau, Oklahoma. A lovely spot, no doubt. I understand they have a Wal-Mart.”
She was five foot four at the most, a solid foot and a half shorter than him in her short-heeled boots. Her loose jeans gaped a bit at the waist and curved along her rounded hips without cutting off any circulation. Loose fit all the way down the legs, her only concession to a night on the town appeared to be a black and grey bustier clinging to her curves. She wore it above a white button down top. The cleavage peaking through the top opened buttons was impressive, but modest by club standards. Her hair glowed thick and shiny in one of those chopstick numbers. Between her clear green eyes, soft mouth and soft red hair, he was hard pressed to pick out his favorite feature.
twinkling green eyes of the woman beside him at the bar. A busty little red head as out of place in the present meat market as he was. However, where he would be more at home in a down and dirty biker bar, she should be at a church social.
Lucas Gibbs home
Composed of three interlocking pavilion-like structures, the Gleason house is the first California project by the Alabama firm McAlpine Tankersley Architecture. The gas lantern centered over the courtyard entrance was custom made by Bevolo; the bronze bicycle sculpture by Robert Holmes is used as the logo for the Cabernet and olive oil produced by the family’s Summer Hill Vineyards
.The elegant stucco, wood, and stone residence, McAlpine’s first California commission, was five years in the planning and 18 months in the making. Divided into three pavilions joined by covered breezeways, it is, McAlpine says, “a rambler,” but one that functions as well for two people as it does for 20. Wherever possible, the buildings are one room deep (the architect has an aversion to thick-waisted suburban houses) to conform to the basic country-home ideal: maximal exposure to natural light and ventilation. The main structure comprises the central living/dining salon, the kitchen and sunroom to its southeast, and the library, master suite, and a guest suite to the west. Each of the two ancillary pavilions contains a garage on the main level. Above one is an office/studio and bath, and below it are a media room and a wine cellar. The other is topped with a two-bedroom suite for visiting friends and family.
Connected to another by the breezeway is Cleo and another for Ian. Then there is a guest house also on the property. with two pools. One for the family and another for visitors by the guest house. Surrounded by lots of 100 acres of trees and wild areas. Then the main gate and then beyond that the vineyard. Make up a wine label for his wine. Lionsgate with a lion maybe. about 40 acres. Personal use mostly. No visitors allowed. Outside the main gate is the buffer area and then another fence.
Napa, was a beautiful place, especially where Lucas had built his house. Anything goes in Napa, from modern, to historic, to rustic, with the usual cookie cutter homes thrown in as well. The one outstanding rule for builders here was you do not destroy the view, so homes were built to blend in, especially where Lucas lived which had the best of both worlds, the wilds of a mountain home, combined with the rolling hills of grapes. He owned about two hundred acres, part of those acres going up the side of a mountain, where the wild could still be embraced. Then the soft rolling hills of vineyards that produced its own wine. It was certified organic, and ran by the same family who had ran it long before Lucas took it over and built his house on the side of the mountain.
The house itself was a rambler. All one story and spread out in brick and glass. There was a cobblestone inner courtyard and covered breezeways that connected the three units. Vintage Iron accents and old antique doors gave the patinated brick building a historic look, but the inside had modern accents as well, with the high gloss stone tile and gourmet kitchen. All the rooms were large and spread out, with dark wood beams that were aged and added to the rustic country feel of the high ceilings and bare stone walls.
The furniture was over-sized soft leathers and rich earth colors, with many aged wood accents. She could have stood in any of the four fireplaces. One in the master suite, one in the library, and two more in other sections of the home. With a Living room, dining room, library and massive kitchen, with the master suite in the main area and two branching sections for Cleo and Ian to have their own space. It felt like one giant home, at the same time, each section felt like it was independent of the rest with a large amount of space for each, including big baths and adjoining sitting rooms. All the sections opened up to the family pool and a view of the rolling hills and vineyard.
Another aged brick building, a good distance away was where the pack slept when they were around. It also had a tv room, a gargantuan game room, with pool tables and a bar surrounded by leather sectionals, and since Miley had been there, a second pool had been added. Which was surrounded by privacy fencing and copious greenery. On the other side of the large cobbled courtyard was another building that looked like a converted aged barn, that in actuality was the 4800 square feet garage that housed all the pack vehicles. The road from the massive property gates they had passed through ended there.
The second pool there was a new addition. Miley asked about it Lucas just grunted and said the pack liked to hang at the pool till all hours in mixed company. He would prefer they do that away from his bedroom windows, or his kids. Knowing Lucas as she did, she would bet money, one person had a friend over one time and he was done. It had more to do with a Lions territory and privacy more than just wanting the pool to himself at all times. Lions were extremely territorial. This was a good solution. He had his own sunning, swimming spot, and the pack could gallivant in theirs as much as they wanted. And those boys did like their gallivanting. When they were around, which was rarely, and usually not all together like this.
Gulfstream leather seats
A small room with a bed that has its own bathroom with shower
and main cabin apart from pilot cockpit
At One's pleasure the wolves
Griffin Hale The other one, the one who had spoken, was in a pair of trousers and a button up shirt that had to have been custom made for his wide shoulders. He was the bigger of the two probably topping six foot five with the build of a ripped lumberjack. He also had black hair tied back in a queue while the man behind him mocha eyes
Linc Callahan One had on the uniform of the hotel, khaki shorts, and sky blue polo shirt. was a few inches shorter with short brown hair and a lithe body with smoother less bulky muscles. Cool grey eyes
Jacob Golden “Can I help you find something?” The voice was deep and faintly rough, like silk over sand paper and she shivered even as she turned. She came face to chest with smooth, lightly furred, sun worshipped skin over chiseled pecks. Board shorts guy. Crap, had he felt her staring at his butt? She was close enough that his long hair tickled her nose. Golden, like the rest of him, with a slight curl. Husky or wolf blue eyes.
Rebecca Stacy- The top of her head didn’’t reach Jacob’s shoulders. Her hair was chestnut brown long and tangled down her back. Her red t-shirt and black shorts rumpled but in no way too tight or too short. Her feet were bare.
If she was wearing any make-up, he couldn’t tell. Her eyes were a light green or blue, very nice. Even from where he stood, he could see that. She had a nice body and a pretty face with a little upturned nose and high cheekbones. Her eyes were almost too big for her face and her lips were nice enough with the lower a little plumper than the top lip. She was plump in all the right places and definitely looked kitten soft all over. She did not in any way shape or form look like casual sex. She looked like white picket fences and homemade bread and she was blushing so hard he could practically feel the heat from where he stood.
Almost killed in Claiming Her, saved by Miley and pregnant.
Maxwell older man, wolf that works at hotel.
Jax, one of the newer wolves raised his head from where he was leaning over Becca’s desk and looked around. “Does anyone else smell cat?” Then he turned to look at Isabella, lifting his nose and sniffing. “Izzy B.” He said, a lascivious smile growing on his face. Young and good looking, Silky brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes, with a body made for sin, he was used to the women hopping right on board when he beckoned, but Isabella had been a firm hold out. Which probably explained why he was hanging around in the office, calling her that annoying nick name and flirting outrageously.
Eli Ramsey-jungle cat black panther?
Computer expert scotish (South Carolina)
cracks jokes, appreciates the women.
Eli Ramsey- green eyes black hair Very Irish hot
likes to do different accents such as southern.
Roxanne- golden hair, golden skin, eyes blue eyes
great at hiding because she had to learn to survive. Wolf shifter age 6 in loving her. 7 in Marrying Her."Hmm. Let me think. Like why there's a crazy woman with a six year old in our kitchen acting like we're keeping her."
"Six?" Demon muttered, "Huh. I thought she was maybe twelve."
Clytie rolled her eyes. "She's like three feet tall; how could you think she was twelve? That's beside the point." She hurried on, holding up her hands to halt any extended explanation. "Why is a child you obviously don't know finding a home here?"
likes purple and pink with sparkles.
The door to one of the bedrooms, not the master thankfully, opened and a lean six foot man stepped out of the room, one who was the spitting image of Lucas, except for the unruly hair and being half a foot shorter in height. He wore only a pair of navy and turquoise board shorts that road low over slim hips. Arm muscles and chest definition bulged. His golden skin gleamed over ripped muscles and a defined six pack. Good Lord. Isabella blinked at the sight. She knew this was Ian, but he did not look like any teen-age boy she had known in highschool, nor did he have that awkward unfinished man look she remembered from a few years ago. He looked like a serious contender for hottest jailbait alive actually. Clearly he had been working out. Yowza.
“Yo dad.” He smiled when he saw Lucas standing inside the door. Then his eyes fell on Isabella and she watched one side of his mouth shoot up in a sexy grin. “Hel-lo sexy.” While Isabella was biting her lip to keep from laughing Ian tilted his head and narrowed his eyes on her. He looked at the protective way his dad was standing just in front of her, with her hand in his. “Miley?”
Isabella stopped in her sassy skirt and heals just past one of the million coconut trees lining the path and stared. He was huge, even by Lion standards. Probably topped eight hundred pounds and all of that sleek deadly muscle. He took up the entire path with sensuous supple purpose. Golden, from gorgeous full main to retractable claws. She knew that lion, and he looked hungry.
Oh, crap. He’s early.
“Hey Lucas,” She cleared her dry throat. “Been awhile.” She really hated that her voice squeaked broadcasting her nerves, but this was Lucas Gibbs. He had always managed to unnerve her, though she had usually been able to hide it better than this.
Before she could say anything else, equally mundane he shifted in motion. Instead of a deadly Lion stalking her, she had a naked six foot five golden haired Viking marauder moving toward her down the isolated path.
She lost every bit of breath in her body in one whoosh. When she had worked as his assistant, she had the pleasure of seeing Lucas daily, in expensive custom suits, or amazing butt hugging jeans with t-shirts that bulged in muscled stud glory. Even swim trunks on a few memorable occasions that had fed her daydreams for years. But, naked was new.
Apparently, her imagination did not do the man justice.
He still looks hungry. She started backing up.
“Wha…” That was as far as she got before he lunged and she was lifted off her feet with a startled ‘eep’, and pressed against all that glorious golden flesh over muscle. It felt like she fell against a mountain, he was so hard and big everywhere. A foot taller than her, he held her dangling in his arms so that she was left blinking stupidly right into golden cat eyes.
Normally, Lucas had cerulean blue eyes that penetrated every defense anyone tried to erect. The man saw everything. When they turned cat you knew you were in trouble. Looking into hungry cat eyes Isabella froze.
Demon, Mac, Clytie and Casandra, roxanne, crow home
Clytie caught her breath when she saw the house. Large windows gleamed above a wraparound deck. In rustic, dark wood and a solid, gleaming wall of glass, the house appeared part of the forest surrounding it. Housing two stories with ceiling to spare, each section spread out across the forest floor, left and right.
“There are three wings around an inner courtyard. Mac’s idea, he stole the design from a castle he saw in Britain. Each of us has a wing to ourselves, though there’s also a large kitchen and living room off the courtyard we share.” He parked the car. “We can give you a tour tomorrow if you like.”
He parked the truck in a garage next to three other vehicles and as many more empty stalls, one which the jeep currently pulled into.
all the walls were white and all the furniture dark, leather and oversized, When they reached Demon’s bedroom, Clytie noticed two things—white walls and big furniture, including a bed that dwarfed any she’d ever seen. The room was the size of her entire loft, otherwise, the bed never would have fit. The headboard, a solid piece of dark rustic wood, had carved brambles and flowers. The bed made the artist in her sigh in appreciation, before coherent thought went out the window because Demon was kissing her
Most of the pack had their homes wherever they ended up on the map, but when they were in Napa, they stayed at the pack house at Lionsgate. Shawn had purchased his house outside of town but close enough he rarely stayed at Lionsgate, unless there was danger to the pack. It was set back in a twenty acre parcel that embraced the trees, and overlooked a private lake where he kept a fishing boat. She had never been there but she had heard about it. It was quiet, and private. When she stopped the car and looked up at the many levels of the gabled roof surrounded by tall trees, she could see why a hawk shifter particularly would like it.
Benjamin Cormack: Code name Romeo. jaguar. He is very rare and because he refused to be what they needed he has a price on his head. While Mac’s background is that of outcast born, Ben was one of the few pure blood jaguars and he is expected to breed as many pure bloods as he can. He left to join the navy and his family was incenced. Then he fell for a jaguar woman and was betrayed. She lied and They wanted him dead and if Mac had not been there he would have been. He is not one to follow anyone. His family of shape shifters are different than the normal jaguars in the wild in that they live together and set up marriages of pure bloods. Very powerful and rich pack. Ben messed with. Now he has a price on his head. When the womans mate dies she confesses that she lied, blaming her dead husband for the lie, in fear she says and they want him back. He refuses. He has his own pack now. She is a schemer out for what she can get and she is used to getting what she wants.
Jaguars love the water and hunt by track and ambush rather than chase. Use there powerful jaws to crush the skull to kill the prey. This spotted cat most closely resembles the leopard physically, although it is usually larger and of sturdier build and its behavioral and habitat characteristics are closer to those of the tiger. While dense rainforest is its preferred habitat, the jaguar will range across a variety of forested and open terrains. It is strongly associated with the presence of water and is notable, along with the tiger, as a feline that enjoys swimming. The jaguar is largely a solitary, opportunistic, stalk-and-ambush predator at the top of the food chain
David Another man approached, about five foot nine, with brown hair and eyes. He had the unmistakable air of career military. Air FOrce
Jordan 16 in Keeping Her
Boone 13 in Keeping Her
“Enough.” The young woman had no make-up on, and her hair back in a messy ponytail; she came across about sixteen. In his opinion, she needed more curves, but she was undeniably beautiful, and from her bone structure, would be even more so as she matured. Demon catalogued her features and her penchant for leather clothes, liking the kindness and lack of guile in her smile. “Let the poor man breathe. I’m Jordan by the way. This is David, married to the lady giving you all the dirty looks for daring to date her sister. And this brat,”” she said, thumping the teenager on his shoulder, “is Boone, baby brother extraordinaire.” She pointed behind her. “Joseph, and Maggie, friends and employee
sara Mary red hair green eyes older than Clytie with two kids and a complex. another woman, a red head resembling Clytie around the eyes,
Hunting Her blurb
Logan McCord is a highly trained and battle honed warrior. On a mission to rescue one of his pack, he runs into the one thing his training didn't prepare him for...his mate. And she's got some training of her own.
Xena Yazzie has a job to complete, and finding her mate in the middle of it is problematic at best, even if he is a hot cowboy who wears combat gear like a wet dream. But if there's one thing this coyote shifter knows how to do, it's keep people at a distance.
She just never counted on a tall rangy x- Navy SEAL wolf-shifter who talks slow, moves fast, and specializes in finding people who don't want to be found.
This is the sixth book in the Keeping Her Series, expect humor, a sexy bad ass Alpha shifter staking his claim, and a high heat index even before you get to the parts with the explicit sex.
It can be read as a stand alone but is more enjoyable with the rest of the series read in order.
Keeping Her future character time line
Marrying Her 2015
2016 Logan and Xena
Jordan (17 in marrying her 2015) 20 Introduce new shifter for Jordan in 2018 ??
Ian (17 in Marring her) In 15 years 32 Happens years later Roxanne (7 in Marrying her)2015 ?
Ian has to strike out on his own? Joins military and Roxanne goes to college at 17. They come together. He is out and she is hunted?
Crow(15 in Marrying her) 20
Liam (15 in Craving Her) 2015
2016 baby born to Clytie and Demon
Lucas and Miley have a baby
Logan McCord- brown hair, hazel eyes that go closer to blue
Eli Ramsey- green eyes black hair Very Irish hot
Mac Noah Mac-hazel to silver eyes dark brown hair
Ben-golden with blue eyes
Demon-bald scarred, brown eyes
Ian Gibbs-Golden hair alot of it and blue eyes like Cleo and their father
Cleo Gibbs golden hair icy blue eyes of blue green as it changes, 21 height?
Shawn Ryan 6ft brown hair hazel eyes 37
Her eyes going from Logan in his jeans and cowboy boots with one of those blue plaid cowboy shirts with snaps, to Lucas Gibbs in his black business suit, with no tie and some of the buttons on his shirt undone. Even in a suit, he still looked like a marauding Viking. Then to Eli and Shawn, both in commando black. Then of course, Mac in his jeans and grey button shirt that made his eyes look amazing, and Ben whose jeans were more faded with a t-shirt that was so old you couldn’t read the words. Everyone was armed and dangerous, and dangerously hot.
Demon took that moment to walk into the room, all seven feet of Barbarian warrior in denim, his chest, and arms bulging against the faded cotton of his grey t-shirt. He also had a six-year-old riding on his shoulders.
Native American 15 years old lanky and thin
They had caught up with Logan’s guy, a skinny teenage shifter who looked Native American and changed into a crow. Lucas took one look at the kid and lifted a brow at Logan as soon as he was sent home and out of the danger zone.
He shrugged. “Orphan. His mother kicked him out when he took after his crow father. In her culture it’s a death omen. He needed a job and a place to live. I made sure he understands how to stay safe and under the radar.”
Maybe two inches taller than Clytie and all of it leg as far as Ben could see. She lacked the generous curves that Clytie possessed, but what she had was in all the right places and shapes.
In the hot California sun, she was wearing cut off denim shorts and an over-sized man’s shirt tied at the waist. Her sandals were natural leather and strappy with a short heel. Silky sun kissed brown hair was up in a messy bun with little wisps drawing the eye to a delicate neck. She wore nothing that could be considered provocative, she wasn't even wearing make-up as far as he could tell and still he was seriously reconsidering the no jumping Clytie’s cousin rule that was currently in effect.
“Fuck,” he said again with feeling.
She blinked. The twinkle in her hazel eyes as obvious as the color rising in her cheeks. She lacked the freckles of her cousin, and instead had lickable skin of warm cream that wore a blush well. She smiled, then laughed, and his dick tried to fight its way out of his pants.
big as he was tall, and proportionately sized everywhere, his hands were the size of dinner plates. She compared them to her impressive breasts and laughed. Her eyes lit, she studied his face, getting a full view for the first time. The scar covering his right cheek was not the scar of a romance novel hero. Not on his homely face. It puckered and twisted from his jaw up to the hairline shaved to a precise buzz.
She examined hard lips that rarely smiled and the howling wolf tattoo on the left side of his thick neck. Between his gargantuan size, the scar, and the tattoo, most people, men and women, got a deer in the head lights stare and left his presence, stammering out a good excuse. She considered him from head to toe and back again, which took a while. He was a harsh seven-foot warrior of solid muscle. He looked like he should carry a bloody sword in his hands. These days the weapons were more high tech, but the gist was the same.
The other lions
Arnaud Gerent Deceased
Lion Pride leader Pride name: Gerent Pride45 year old pride leader and CEO of Gerent International.
Old money, old pride. Old values. He paid for it. He has a bone to pick with Gibbs maybe. Like he had picked her when she was young and in that vein he was waiting for her to grow up. 21 birthday and he made it happen using a known enemy.
“Your mother says hello by the way.”
Gerent International (Gerent means one that rules or manages)
William Stalk 15 year old lion shifter who’s uncle (His mothers brother, not the same last name) was the Lion who bought Cleo. Naive and is going to become something more.
Narcissus Dell’Atti Lion female shifter Cleo and Ians mother. Took a payoff to give them to Lucas Gibbs after he found out what they were really like.
There was no surprise in those brown eyes. Just assessment. They looked him over, even as Logan took in her arching brows and thick lashes over chocolate brown eyes. Clearly a mix of African American and a whole lot of Native American. The slightly exotic slant of her eyes eyes and smooth dark hair proclaiming a heritage that the darkness of her cafe au lait skin seemed to contradict. Her lithe stature and compact body in the drab maids uniform would not turn any heads. But despite clearly fighting her way through the trail of men at her feet, he could not see any damage to the garment or the girl. Logan was relatively certain she wasn’t even breathing hard, and if she was a shifter she was something he had not smelled before. A delicious smell he realized that had been absent a second ago, as if she just started releasing a new scent. Her legs were short but well shaped with shapely ankles in her black hose and clunky black shoes. Her cheeks were rounded, her chin pointy. She was not what you would call pretty, in fact every thing about her was non-descript. Until she smiled, and his eyes were drawn to the lush shape of her lips. Then suddenly she was straight up sexy, between her lips and that wild luscious scent, Logan was standing in an unknown situation with armed hostiles sporting a woody.
She must have sensed his consternation because she laughed. It was a smooth sexy ultra feminine laugh that he recognized.
Coyote shifter great eyes, sense of smell.
The Coyote is the trickster.
Smaller than a wolf but faster in the long run. Though wolves can sprint fast too. Xena Yazzie
Noah MacAllister: “Mac” Code name Ghost. Wolverine shifter whose story is unknown. There are so few he has only met one other in his life, at least so few in North America. They do not usually allow another male near. They do not mate for life. Mac wants more than his animal counterpart, once he sees cass that is. His connection with Ben is strange. He is smaller than Ben but tends to be deadlier. He and Ben went through a great deal together and now they are closer than brothers. He keeps what is his and he’s bossy and closed mouthed. He was never told he is supposed to be one way or another because he has no memory of his mother and his father was killed by a bear when he was trying to take his kill in the wild. He has made this big family and will cherish them. He has a connection to Ben and then Cassandra that he will keep regardless. Wolverines have an extra set of molars to rip apart frozen prey and bones. Armed with powerful jaws, sharp claws and a thick hide. That sluethes off water and allows them to live in cold climates.
Gold hair, long golden legs, icy blue eyes or blue green to frosty. Change with what she is wearing maybe. ranges from Icy to blue green. Shawn will have to make that comment. Frosty blue eyes in the right light can tend toward icy green maybe? We'll have to work it.
21 years old
combat trained and always armed. Curses fluently and is a hard ass.
height tall. So just under 6 feet. 5-9" They are eye to eye when she wears heels.
Hair is long true gold.
Her eyes drifted over Eli, then Shawn, until finally landing on Cleo and Lucas who were standing together. Cleo was in cargo shorts that showed off her long golden legs and flip-flops. Her top was a soft cotton button up in khaki that came to her hips with darts at the waist so it loosely showed off her curves. Her long hair glinted golden in the sun and was bundled up into crisscrossing braids at the nape of her neck.
She looked long and curvy and golden all over, beautiful, as usual, and probably had more than one weapon secreted somewhere on that deceptively fragile body.
The marrying her wedding shenanigans.
Roxy changes at the wedding super early when Megan and ian start getting it on. Ian catches her to keep her off megan and gets bit for his troubles. After jordan turns him down and crow warns him off. Crow goes for Jordan in A big way and demon unexpectedly says his own vows.
Megan he's 17. What? ??
Jeannie plus sized character for Stryker.