Asher

Asher
The last thing I expect while scouting my family property is a tent or the little trespasser, who is standing between two majestic pines. Seeing me, she stops dead. Sure, I might be a little intimidating. Or maybe a lot. She should be scared—she's camping where she doesn't belong. What she shouldn't do is run. Because when I catch her, I won't let her go, and she's going to be very sorry.

Emma
Finally! After months of emails from my doctoral advisor, I received permission to finish my re...