by Erica Storm
All Sabrina Johnson wanted was to rent out an extra room to pay her ever increasing rent.
I did all the right things and still I got the roommate from hell.
How could a man with a body to die for, and a face that I would kill for, be given to one man? Long silky lashes covering deep blue eyes, dark curly hair, sexy cool hoarse voice, six feet and dresses in suits that cost more than my rent.