His wife was beautiful. Dante stood behind her as she walked to the edge of the veranda surrounding their private beach house. The bright sun slid towards the horizon, casting bands of golden light on the calm surface of the pool. A soft wind rustled through the lush garden surrounding the privat...
Sunny and surprisingly warm. The crowds were rather large for this time of year. A fact Darcy was grateful for. Bayswater Road was her usual haunt on any given Sunday. She’d prop her oils along the hedges, set up her easel and chair and usually do a brisk business drawing ...
Natalie followed the two elderly people into the simple home. The whitewashed walls were filled with pictures of the family and religious icons. Wooden beams arched in the ceiling above them, and under their feet the same sturdy oak was scuffed and worn. The old man eased himself down on a shabby...
Robbie danced a childish jig, circling the freshly installed desk in his bedroom. His father had elected to buy a standing desk, one he could pace back and forth in front of. His son had wanted an old-fashioned roll one, instead. “But Da,” he’d exclaimed as the three of th...
Vico stared at the report. The one she’d forward by email earlier this morning. With no comment. How he hated her. The woman who lied to him once again. The woman who would have callously deprived him of his baby. His rightful place. Because she tho...
Sophie shivered in her coat and frowned at Alexander the Great. “You’re also going to be hungry soon.” She narrowed her eyes. “Stop going on about my eating habits.” “I like your eating habits.” He grinned in the face of her ...
And locked. Lilly made a face at them before turning toward the beach. He couldn’t keep her out. If he’d locked the back door, too, she’d start yelling until he’d have to let her in. She didn’t know what had set him off the last time, but she’d discover the cause eventuall...
For one thing, Elis Olwen wasn’t beautiful. He wasn’t the male version of his sister, whose beauty could rival any woman on earth. He was a geek. “Jings!” The teenager stopped in the cottage doorway, his mouth dropping open, his gangly arms tighteni...
“Yes, Molly.” She pulled her wool cap over her head as she turned to smile at her new employer and friend. “The bread for tomorrow’s breakfast is cooling on the counter. I’ll be in by seven a.m.” The older woman tsked, her grey brows lowering. “Now I told you to take tomor...