With a temper to match her flaming hair, an argumentative streak a mile wide, and a curvy full-figured shape, Regina is a vavavoom sexpot.
A lot of good it does her with men.
Her 36-Ds intimidate nice guys and draw creeps out of the woodwork. Frustrated and hurting after a recent breakup with her apathetic boyfriend, she decides to shake up her boring life by vacationing solo in Europe.
First stop: the Tower of London.
She’s minding her own business, doing the sightseeing routine at the tourist trap, when she’s stalked, then captured by some twisted weirdo who actually thinks he’s a medieval warrior from Norman times. After introducing himself as Lord Raven, he drags her to his castle bedchamber, where he strips her naked and ties her up like a rump roast. And he’s acting starved. Then, he starts talking trash, something about making her his mate.
His mate! This, to a feminist! What will her girls back home think?
Just her friggin’ luck, the kinky abduction scenario really does it for her, and she falls for him hard. Until--he starts spouting a whole lot of crap about Time Travel.
As soon as she unlocks her lips from his, she’s so outta there.
Maybe. |