Literature
Femme Fatale
He was staring.
He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. It was as if the world had stopped turning, his feet had been rooted to the ground, and someone had sucker-punched him in the face, all at once.
It wasn't often that Izm Tanner, the notorious hellion of Hedone High, was struck dumb. Hell, it never happened. He was the one that called the shots, and he was above this dizzying feeling that threatened to take him to his knees. But he couldn't help it, and no one would be able to blame him.
She's beautiful.
The routine trip into tow