Trucking Ain’t Right

Mace Valens


The Blood of Rage and Blues




Damned Dogs

The Blood of Rage and Blues

I’ll be honest, at thirty-five, I’m not the girl I used to be. In high school, I was the definition of a Greek goddess—athletic with large, full breasts, an itty-bitty waist, and legs that went all the way up. Men couldn’t resist me, and I do mean men. I didn’t play with the boys back then. Now, I’ll drain any vampire bull I can stick my needles into. When supplies of the Blood of Rage and Blues are low, only the cows are safe.

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