And Sheriff Quinn Riley hated loose ends. He dragged his boots off the scarred wooden desk, pushed to his feet, and pulled out a pocket watch. Officially three hours late. A glance through a nearby window showed him nature brewed to spit out a thunderous storm. For most of the day, clouds had hun...
What the hell was that independent slip of a woman contemplating? She had no chance against a band of armed outlaws. Jazzy must know that.Four against one weren’t good odds. Slade had faced worse situations in his past and survived, but at those times, he’d only had to take care of himself. Pete ...
As a fiancé, he’d hit rock bottom. Even surrounded by a cherry wood Federalist desk, an early eighteenth-century standing globe, and a Tiffany lamp, the man had no class. “You’re saying I can’t?” Vena stilled against the adrenaline rush that preceded an angry retort. Lips ...
Our talks included a retelling of the various events from our respective histories. “I can’t believe you trashed the family car.” I couldn’t suppress a hearty laugh. “Yeah, Matt and I were showing off for our dates. Some guy challenged us and we blew a gasket on the family station wagon.” His dee...