And she had all the right curves in all the right places. But that didn’t mean he liked her. She was too smart, and too beautiful, and too likable to be liked. When he threw her Louis Vuitton bags into the bed of the truck, he was pretty pissed at t...
Then, everything went black. Now, she blinked against harsh light and lifted her hand to her head. It was pounding. She was somewhere soft. Above her, a canopy of sheer, maroon fabric wafted in a warm breeze. There was fabric under her skin as well, and it was soft, and sm...
Blasting down the backroads on his bike under warm sun helped him clear his head. He let himself get into the mindset of the person he needed to be for the next couple of days, allowed himself to be not only bad-assed but ruthless, after money and power. He had to become that person completely. H...
A heavy slap as the manila folder landed on her desk. Tess looked up from the paperwork she was doing, a frown on her face. “A new case? Melody, I’m swamped as it is. Look at all this.” She gestured to the stacks of paper scattered haphazardly on he...
He had barely slept and he hadn’t shaved, his stubble sharp and his eyes sore and gritty. He took a deep breath and looked around him, his eyes very briefly coming to rest on an abandoned old house that sat across the road from Mike’s Workshop, before flickering away again. He didn’t want to draw...