She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache i — Libbie Hawker, Daughter of Sand and Stone

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache i — Libbie Hawker, Daughter of Sand and Stone

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache i — Libbie Hawker, Daughter of Sand and Stone

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache i — Libbie Hawker, Daughter of Sand and Stone

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache i — Libbie Hawker, Daughter of Sand and Stone

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache inside her. But fiercer still was the knowledge that it was beyond the reach of a female.

— Libbie Hawker, Daughter of Sand and Stone

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