“I need a drink.” The bartender, a burly surfer with dark curls, lifted an eyebrow. “Name your poison.” She pointed at a pitcher of red liquid on the counter. “What’s that?” “Hibiscus margarita. Stronger than it sounds.” &nbs...
He didn’t exactly have a plan at this moment, but he knew that he wasn’t done with Marlene tonight. A black Mercedes GLK pulled up next to him, stereo pounding hard enough that he felt the downbeat in his sternum. He glanced over as the door opened and the noise cut off. M...
She found him in the kitchen rearranging the disposable plastic containers while Holly sat, phone in hand, beside him on the floor. He squealed and dived for Susannah’s leg, and she picked him up and held him tight as he burst into tears. Susannah’s eyes welled, too. “I mi...
Working at Personal Chef all day and Inferno all night was killing her, and even though Jack’s end-of-the-week deadline had spurred her on, she had zip to show for it. Usually her creative process worked much faster than this. She loved food, and she came up with her best ideas when she was ponde...