“he burly Irishman, however, who frisked Rachel did so with more enjoyment than he should have. He slid his hands up the backs of her legs slowly starting at her ankles and enjoying every inch of flesh which could not… — Connor Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“he fell face first into the dirt which was a mixture of mud with a hundred years or more of chicken crap and the… — Connor Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“His fear was not just for the man but the squad he had put together. An army that would avenge Mike’s death with thought,… — Connor Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The neat whiskey ripped into his tongue and pierced the skin on the sides of his mouth as if a razor blade had slid… — Connor Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“His Charles Bronson-like demeanour together with his Clint Eastwood stare and his John Wayne swagger, created from a diet of westerns and Eighties TV… — Connor Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Like an injection in the arm it shot into his bloodstream immediately killing off the sleepy, weak, and powerless dullness of the alcohol infused… — Connor Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“he burly Irishman, however, who frisked Rachel did so with more enjoyment than he should have. He slid his hands up the backs of… — Connor Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Her ears blocked out all sound apart from the bubbles that appeared all around her and she was once again amazed at the sight… — Connor Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
