Given some time and a lot more work, he could probably make the site take off. Online sales were up this month, and at this pace, it could be the thing that saved the shop. Right. And if he willed the numbers to change, three extra zeroes might appear at the end. It sounde...
She toweled her hair dry, scowled at the fog on the mirror, and left her bathroom behind. The shower hadn’t helped chase away her confusion. Was ten am too early to drink? She made her way to her living room. When she’d climbed back to the road, leaving Eli and Loki in the...
The only things still standing were the cinder block walls. Two-by-fours and other debris littered the ground, morning light streamed through the non-existent ceiling, and decades of spray paint decorated all of it. It was the perfect inspiration for the room he was designing in-game. And he was ...
She didn’t need oxygen to survive, but she did need it to talk. He couldn’t squeeze her windpipe tighter, though. Her energy pushed against his. Mentally, he shoved back. He was vaguely aware of Luci climbing to her feet, but he didn’t dare give her more than the barest recognition. &...
It felt empty, despite the elegant furnishings and extravagant decor. This getaway was supposed to be fun. Now her father wanted to talk to her, her best friend didn’t, and her childhood crush was letting her crash at his way-too-big-for-one-person house for the rest of the weekend. Oh, and despi...
She seemed to know where she was going, and he enjoyed the heat of her fingers as they intertwined with his. He was still focused on how quickly she brought them here. A blink of an eye, with no obvious strain on her part. It took a lot of power to do that. More than most ...
Ten years of grief and lies. “I’m sorry sir; we couldn’t save her. Her daughter either.” He slammed back a shot of vodka, and poured himself another. “CyGes deeply regrets your loss. While we know nothing can bring back your ...
I didn’t use to be one of those people who dreaded the end of Sunday night. Being a data analyst wasn’t for everyone, but I was good at my job, and up until a few months ago, I’d liked the people and the culture at work. I grabbed a Styrofoam cup from the break-room counte...
She grabbed her phone and dialed the last incoming number. She wasn’t surprised when it went straight to voicemail. “This is Gwen Debson. Say I figured out what you were talking about earlier today, hypothetically. I’m hoping you can recommend an alternative contact for me. Email me back if you h...
Tate grabbed his ticket from the valet and made his way into the country clubhouse. He still didn’t know why his parents threw this party every fucking year. He’d stopped attending in college. They invited so many people—neighbors, friends, upper and middle management from Skriddie—at the time he...
Instead, all she could focus on was whether or not she’d made a mistake suggesting no-strings sex with Zane. Her thoughts were still stuck on his cock digging into her, moments earlier. The dampness that pooled between her legs when he grabbed her wrists. Her desperate desire to find out how he k...
The frame creaked, but held. He blinked to restore the moisture to his eyes. Finally. He’d been through everything with Dewson. Made sure every last bit of hardware and software was checked. He could say with one hundred percent certainty his network was clean. With the im...