Widower Gina Delgado deserves to have a stable life to raise her three children in. Even years later she has not found someone she connects with, except security consultant Vic Andrews who is best friends with her brother.Vic has been warned repeatedly to stay away from Gina. His job is dangero...
Something, he decided, he could get used to. Easily. He rolled over in the creaky bed, forgot it was only a queen and nearly face-planted off the side. Sometime this month, he needed his own damned bed where his giant feet didn’t hang off the end. &...
Tim muttered. Lucie snapped her head around, held his stare for a solid five seconds as panic—not the faster-than-a-speeding-bullet kind, but the meandering kind that shredded each bone of each limb—slowly ate through her body. “Willie?” Dad said, “...
The sound drove through his skull like a pickax. What the heck was she doing? Couldn’t a guy get a break and sleep in on his day off? He should never have given her a key to the first-floor entry. And for that matter, why didn’t she use her other key to open the inside door? &nb...
They had crossed the Ohio border over three hours ago, and Peter was damned sick of being in a car. On the bright side, Izzy sat next to him wearing cotton shorts and a tank top that showed enough cleavage to make him a happy guy. The midafternoon sun shined bright in a baby blue sky that stretch...
Bowles—assembled his masterpiece of a red cast. The “casting room” as Rich had called it, was the size of a small conference room with whitewashed walls and an examining table dead center. She had opted for the chair rather than the table. Along the one wall was a roughed-up counter with cabinets...
Of course, to celebrate a day without dognappings, she and Frankie ducked into the alley next to the Bernard’s for a make-out session before he left for work. That Frankie. That tongue. At certain times, that was all she needed to smooth her edges. They argued a bit over his leaving her alone, bu...
Stuck in the grass of the house next door was a red and white re-election sign. Sheriff Connelly, the sign said, the man for us. It didn’t take a creative genius to come up with that campaign slogan. Gabe slid out of the car, enjoying the blue sky and fifty-nine degree temperature that welcomed h...
At least that was what the email from Nate, delivered via her phone, told her. Full. How many voice mails could that be? Scratch that. She didn’t want to know. It would only stress her out. Spending the morning running around with Brodey, as easy as he was on the eyes, didn’t do her business a bi...
Bear may have looked like a force, but the dog was a complete lover. On the rare occasion someone approached to pet the behemoth, he’d go up on his hindquarters, drop his front paws on the person’s shoulders, and nearly knock them backward, aiming for a lick or twelve. Their first week together, ...
Without a doubt, she’d botched his nose. Ugh. How embarrassing. Any novice artist, particularly a sculptor, would see the slight flare of the man’s nostrils. She slid her gaze to the sculpture, her sculpture, a gift to the widow of Lieutenant Ben Broward, who’d died three ...
Jillian had her head buried in a distribution report when Ned stepped into her office doorway. A tall man with a fit frame, her boss wore tailored black slacks and a white dress shirt sans tie. Ned wasn’t big on ties. Plus, this was mainly a warehouse so suits and ties weren’t required. The manag...
Ryan came at him, holding up his hands. “You got that shoot-me look. What’s up?” Russ kept moving, speaking as he passed his coworker. “Can’t stop. I’m about to call you on your cell. Pick up.” Along the way, he scrolled his contacts, found Ryan’s n...
Ross stared at his morning report while his head nearly exploded. Fifteen percent. How the hell did this happen? “Jesus Christ!” came Don’s loud shout from the outer hallway. “He’s in his office,” Marcia said, her voice calm as could be. ...
After all the lectures she’d inflicted upon herself. Here they were, going at it like farm animals. In a barn. How appropriate. She wouldn’t fool herself into thinking they were making love. Maybe this crazy heat between them would only be sex in the purest, hottest, needi...
Roxann tended to be more of a thick mug coffee drinker, but the pretty floral cups fit her mother. Even dressed in a running suit, her mother carried the sophistication of a woman who’d been cared for. Tonight she wore her shoulder length blond hair pulled back at the base of her skull and ...