Vanessa Sarlson

Tyler saw the stunning young woman sitting on top of a hay bale. She had short, cropped hair that barely covered her ears. Somehow, it complimented the roundness of her face. Set between that face was a pair of jade-colored eyes. And, even hidden by her tomboy outfit, Tyler could tell she had a lovely figure. His hormones flooded his system. He wanted this woman. No, he needed her. And by God, he would get her, one way or another.
He stepped forward, about to make a move when a dark-haired gentleman came into view. He sported a strong torso and work-worn fingers. Those fingers now rested on the woman's thigh as he leaned forward, lips curled into a smirk. "Are you sure you won't accept my offer, Cynthia?" His voice was thick and smooth as he attempted to seduce his female guest. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."