Emma’s queasiness now originated from a whole new source. Foreboding surfaced like a rash. Her focus narrowed to the irritation of a persistent itch that wouldn’t go away, no matter how long or hard she scratched. She had food poisoning. Nothing more. “We used protection,” she reminded him, her v...
She paused just outside the door, needing a second to collect her wits before approaching him. Clad in worn jeans and a black cotton button-down shirt, he was bent over what looked to be an antique pool table. With his left hand, he rolled the eight ball toward the far bum...
Her plane had landed an hour ago, but the heavy rush-hour traffic from the airport would probably double her half-hour commute. He checked his cell, expecting an irate phone call when she discovered the car he’d sent to fetch her wasn’t taking her to her house but to his. Being separated from her...
By the time six-thirty rolled around he was positively surly, or at least that’s what his executive assistant had called him. Then Madison had complained about his bad temper when he’d arrived home. Now, as he negotiated the eastbound traffic back to Fontaine Richesse, his...
With a click, she activated her pen. “What do I need to know about your family?” His eyebrows rose. “This isn’t class, you know. There won’t be a test in the end.” Caroline tapped the pen against the pad. Did the man take anything seriously? &...
Ming’s brain sputtered like a poorly maintained engine. What the hell was he…? “Sex?” “I prefer to think of it as making love.” “Same difference.” Jason’s grin grew wolfish. “Not the way I do it.” Her mind raced. She couldn’t have sex—make love—with Jason. He was her best friend. Their relationsh...
What was it about her that kept him from just leaving well enough alone? Because as soon as he got her away from her sister, he intended to get to the bottom of what was going on. Was he looking for ammunition to use against her because five years after the fact he was still angry about being an ...
Behind him two of the network guys were speaking with Vince. The taping hadn’t gone as well as he would have liked. Since dropping Harper off at the airport he’d been edgy and distracted. Nor could he be certain that she’d taken his advice and booked a room at the Pretoria Capital Hotel until he ...
Moonlight streamed into his room like a searchlight, but he couldn’t be bothered to close the shutters. A soft breeze trailed across his bare chest, teasing him with the memory of Brooke’s fingers tantalizing his skin this morning. The regret he’d been trying unsuccessfull...