This was just an okay read. Not a whole lot to it really. I did like how Daniel opened up to Charlotte more than he's ever done with any other woman. Maybe it was because their relationship was just an agreement but I think there was more to it.They both feel an attraction from the start and t...
I have mixed feeling about this book.I don't like the way hero's family member act, to be so rude and all of that. They annoyed me so I quite understand how he feels after all. But they annoyed me to the point that even the chemistry between hero & heroine and all the good part of this book don'...
Carlos said once they’d left the restaurant. “What do you do there?” “You mean, when I’m not planning weddings?” She gave her shawl another tug. If she pulled any tighter, she’d choke herself with the silk, but at least the action gave her something to do with her hands. S...
It was Gideon, not the concierge, standing in her doorway. “I wanted to review the Chamberlain correspondence.” His blue gaze raked her length, lingering, or so it seemed, on her belt. “Guess I should have called first.” When she didn’t respond, he frowned. “Is everything all right?” “Yes, I…” Em...
She ignored the calls. She wasn’t in the mood to update Chloe or Larissa and she knew it wasn’t Simon calling. Even if by some miracle it was him, she thought as she jammed the key into her building’s front door, he could go to blazes. This was wrong. She hated him. Hated ...
Did not come here to make friends, indeed. He slid his hand along the door panel until his fingers curved around the handle. Blasted poor lighting made seeing details difficult. “We are going to see Paris,” he said, letting daylight in. “What are yo...
This time in Europe under the name Louisa Harrison...A BIG FAT PHOTO of her smiling at the royal couple ran under the headline.The article went on to list her as the owner of Palazzo di Comparino and suggested that hosting the wedding had been her way of snagging a new billionaire husband. Becaus...
He must have left the door open when he came upstairs. “It better be light out, Nigel,” he muttered. Freeing a hand from under the covers, he felt around until his fingers found fur. Immediately, the purring increased as Nigel leaned into the touch. A sad voice in his head noted this was the most...
He could still see her face when she said it, too. Lit up like a kid at Christmas, her smile bright in the dark. The minute she grinned, he got a swell of male pride smack in the middle of his chest. Jake slammed his beer on the TV tray that doubled as an end table. What right did he have to feel...