Aurora descended the steps of the small charter jet that had been piloted by Laurel Redmond Fortune. The tall, blue-eyed blonde smiled. “Was the flight as bad as you expected?” Aurora smiled ruefully and shook her head. “I didn’t expect it to be bad...
Lucy Buchanan stared at herself in the mirror of her wholly unimpressive dressing room in the bowels of the Northeast Ballet Theater. Although the room might have been unimpressive for all of its small, cramped size, as the principal ballerina for the company it was still hers, and hers alone. At...
Casey stared at a photo of the ramshackle hut situated across the narrow rutted road. The satellite image blazing across the wall in front of him was so clear he could have been standing within touching distance of the hut, rather than several thousand miles away, safe inside an air-conditioned v...
Murphy. It was so easy to recognize his voice. Particularly when he was yelling at a few million decibels. Her stomach sinking like a lead balloon, Isabella Lockhart instantly dropped her cleaning rag on the lunch counter at Ruby’s Café and raced for the door. ...
He tasted of Pierce. He tasted right. Just exactly right. And when he pulled away, sucking in a harsh breath, she was dimly aware that the moaning little sound of dismay had come from her. He tucked her head in the curve between his shoulder and neck that seemed as though it had been designed str...
Seth untangled his legs from hers, pushed off the bed and turned on the lamp sitting on the nightstand. With unabashed pleasure, Hayley watched his considerable naked glory as he crossed the room and opened the door. “Moose, stop,” he said. &n...
Justin’s grandfather sat down across from him at the big round table in the Double-C’s kitchen. “But nobody wants to listen to an old man anymore.” Gloria snorted softly. “Don’t try the poor-me tack, Squire. Nobody buys it.” She set a pitcher of syrup on the table next to ...
Sloan’s wheels, she realized. The scary-looking bike suited a man who went running in the middle of the night in the dead of winter. “Was that Sloan? I didn’t know he had a motorcycle.” She hadn’t thought it possible, but Dillon sounded even more re...
Up and at ’em.” Drew nudged Deanna’s shoulder. But she just sighed and shifted, and instead of her sleeping head resting against the backseat of the limousine that had been waiting for them when they’d landed in San Antonio, it slid sideways until it was resting on his shoulder. Her hair smelled ...
After the debacle with Casey the night before, she’d been glad that morning when she’d found the note he’d slid beneath her hotel room door. “Take the jet,” he’d scrawled on the sheet of hotel stationery in black ink. “I’m sorry.” She’d crumpled the...
Bobbie murmured later that evening. Gabe had dropped off the children at their mother’s house after their orange-themed dinner, then driven Bobbie to Golden Ability. Now she was sitting behind Fiona’s desk, an oversized checkbook flipped open on top of it. Beside her was the salary spreadsheet th...