My name’s Conner – although some people call me Rock, for obvious reasons. When The Seven went to ground I came here to Florida. A little fun in the sun, a whole lot of willing female tourists to bed, and guys itching to be trained for MMA.
I’ll admit it was getting a little boring. Then she showed up. Jazz Boudreaux. Five foot ten inches of bad ass, bounty hunter, warrior woman. I figured to have her in my bed inside of 24 hours and then move on to whoever was next in line, but I’m developing a real taste for Jazz. $0.99 on Kindle.
