A Hunter for a Stormy Night by Sloane McClain
It’s weird, how this story is going so well until it isn’t.

It’s weird, how this story is going so well until it isn’t.

Did someone forget to include the benefits?

Is it really a romance when the heroine is determined to put out to the hero come what may?

One more night? The heroine gives it up a few nights and then some more.

Oh, we’re in a creepy farm with monstrous scarecrows? Let’s take our time to poke around!

The I stands for interruptus.

I am entertained.

This is so short that I kind of wish I can unsee it.

What’s scandalous is how the author makes me adore this thing with such apparent ease.

The heroine is meant for the larder, but ends up being a different, more fun kind of meal instead.
