Whispered Promises
Like a moth to a flame, she drew me in. I felt the heat, but I dared not cower away. Scarred by the burn, I only reveled in the pain. I knew it was poisoned. I knew no good could come of us. But still, I kept going back to her. *** Dani Kingsley is a pastry chef by day and waitress by night. Despite her struggles in l...