The good parts were really good, and the less good parts were...flat. That said, I was enjoying the read right up until it was felt necessary to hammer home (repeatedly) Aurora's 'life lesson', that she learn to think about the needs of others. That didn't need pointing out, it certainly didn't n...
A beautiful hockey romance with dark and gritty elements interweaved in story that’s heart achingly sweet, tender and full of love, compassion and hope with an absolutely perfect book boyfriend.What would you do if you’re all alone in this world, left in a foreign country without means to live an...
Razor was true to his word about having a connection to get us into the club. No one even asked to see our IDs; the bouncer waved us through, and a scantily clad woman walked us right up to the stage. She deposited us in front-row seats and returned a few minutes later with two beers, winking and...
Probably because I never brought women back to my place. I always went home with them so I could leave whenever I was ready to move on. No need to have them easy to get to at home. I kept a stash in my dresser and made sure to take some with me if I thought I’d be hooking up with someone for the ...
I’d had enough of crying for a while—hers, my own, and everyone else’s, too. Dad wouldn’t cry over this—not in front of his teammates, at least—so I should be safe from tears for a bit as long as I could escape Mom’s hovering and get to him. Dad played pro hockey for the Portlan...
It was over, and we were on our way back to my house, but I honestly didn’t know if the play had been any good or not. The whole time we’d been there, I’d been so caught up in the sensation of Mattias’s arm draped casually over my shoulders and the heat of his body warming me down to my toes that...
Babs and I had picked Maddie and Tuck up from their after-school program before heading back to the practice facility. She hadn’t been too keen on the idea of us getting the kids without her, but it made more sense to already have them with us. That way we could get Rachel from work and go straig...
Dylan leaned against the back of the dining room chair, relaxing a little for the first time since they’d all arrived a couple of hours ago. Mom and the girls still had Sara in the living room, but it looked like maybe Sara was starting to let go of her tension some, too. Every now and then I hea...
Bonnie Carter said. She pulled her mass of long, brown hair behind her head and twisted it into a knot before securing it with a big hair clip. A chunk fell out right away, and she huffed but didn’t attempt to sort it out again. “At 8:01, if another woman is here and needs a bed for the night, yo...
Ellen Simpson—the woman I’d recently chosen to be my new figure skating coach—said. She glanced down at her watch. “Why don’t you two spend the rest of our time practicing your stroke, trying to match each other? They’ll want their ice back soon.” Anthony Young squeezed my...
It was barely after lunchtime, and I was already exhausted. In the morning, I’d gone in for the closing on my house. I was officially a homeowner now, and at the moment, I was sitting on the empty floor of my house. I had a bunch of stuff being delivered tomorrow morning, and I wanted to have a p...
I went to about half of the Storm’s home games, and I tended to watch most of the rest of the team’s games on TV. I found that it helped me understand both the players and the fans better, and somewhere along the line I’d gotten to where I truly enjoyed watching, not just for my job. I should pro...
“Father has invited Mr. Cavendish to dine with us. The inn keeper will send up our meal shortly, and I expect the men will be here before our meal arrives.” Abby dried her hands and face on the towel lying on the bureau before her. They’d only been at the inn long enough for a few of their belong...
~19 April, 1813 Damn Bridge to hell and back. And then to hell again, for good measure. Cedric Loring, fourth Earl of Montague, called upon every blessed ounce of patience he still possessed, which admittedly was very little, as he strained to ignore the bet written just above the position of h...
A small grouping of ladies and gentlemen promenaded past Tabitha and Lord Oglethorpe where they sat beneath a weeping willow in one of the lesser-traveled parts of Hyde Park. Tabitha’s skin itched all over. Not even so much as a swath of bare skin touched the picnic blanket upon which she sat; sh...
Lady Grace Abernathy appeared to be the conversation topic of choice, much to Alex’s consternation. He would prefer, in some ways, to go about his business and make the marriage a reality. But his family was not one to merely sit by and allow one of its members to handle such matters on his—these...
Our fledgling relationship was insanely good on a physical level. I’d never had this kind of chemistry with a man before—not with Val, for sure, nor with anyone who’d come before him. But in terms of emotional intimacy, there was a huge gap between us that I didn’t have the first clue how to brid...
I’d been tempted to crawl to the kitchen after trying, unsuccessfully, to puke up my guts in the toilet, but somehow I forced myself to walk upright, like a normal human being. “Hungry?” he asked when I joined him. I shook my head, wished I hadn’t m...
I wanted to get him to talk, but I got the distinct impression that pushing him to open up wouldn’t work. As hard as it was, I left him to sort it out on his own and come to me if he decided he wanted to talk, focusing my efforts on the kids, instead. He disappeared into his bedroom for a little ...
For the second time in only three days, Aunt Rosaline was wearing red. And again, for the second time in three days, Lord Roman had been able to convince her that Christopher Jackson had merely been delayed. It was nothing short of miraculous. The increase in these incidents, however, was more th...
Sometimes Morgan and Serena would be with them. Mr. Deering had become a frequent member of their party, since Kingley seemed to react to him better than he did to Sir Henry. Occasionally, Lord Muldaire, Lord Trenowyth, Lord Burington, or some of the other gentlemen would take part in their train...
He feared that any harm could have come to Miss Bartlett, the one person in this world who would dare make such a bold claim as to care for him, of all people. He feared that he would do something to prove what an imbecile he remained, and in the process wedge an impassable chasm between them as ...
She was sexy and sweet, she had a heart as big as the whole fucking state, she was both responsive and giving in bed, and she was starting to ask for what she wanted without acting like it was a huge imposition. Right now, I might think she was a dream come true, if not for the fact that her arms...
Three solid days with no means to escape Lord Preston’s constant hovering had been almost enough to drive her mad. When she added her unceasing thoughts about what would happen to Edie and Mama if she couldn’t do something to help them, and the fact that there were unknown quantities of valuable ...
Each time he tried to say something, he’d look into her rich, brown eyes and get lost in them. In the process of doing so, his tongue would seemingly thicken, and then nothing came forth from his lips. It was becoming a bloody nuisance. Timidly, she rose from the settee she’d been upon, smoothing...