—Columnist Liz Smith Smooth, moneyed and used to having things fall in his lap. In short, Kayla thought disdainfully, as she watched him move toward her with a thin gloss of civility, he was everything that her family history had taught her to avoid. Noah Whittaker. She’d spotted him instantly wh...
Her visit was like her last…with one important difference. The town house no longer belonged to the Wentworths, as it had for generations, but was merely on loan. Despite the illusion of permanence afforded by the decor of family antiques, everything was ephemeral. Her uncle continued to reside h...
For the past week, he and Allison had avoided each other as much as it was possible to while still living under the same roof. That had not been as hard to accomplish as it might otherwise have been, since she’d been working late all week. As a result, he’d been able to catch up on things at the ...
She’d received a call from Lucy Montgomery yesterday about being hired as a bridal consultant. She hadn’t paid much attention to the particulars, but had jumped at the chance for new business because it had been a slow summer. She hadn’t liked to dwell on how much her silent phone was due to the ...
She swallowed, holding back a small gasp. Sawyer’s body, hard and unyielding, brushed against hers, igniting a simmering heat in her. Tamara was mesmerized by their image in the mirror. Sawyer toyed with the delicate shell of her ear, and then his mouth closed over her earlobe again and gave a ge...