He hadn’t hit his thumb with a hammer in years. His focus wouldn’t let that occur. But, of course, he didn’t have to look far for the distraction that caused the injury. Hannah O’Leary. The redheaded, hot-tempered, sexy, brilliant, fascinating woman. How foolish was he to still be thinking abou...
The one time he had tried to call her had been unsuccessful. Wherever he was stationed was not conducive to phone calls and the connection had been a long stretch of static before the line disconnected, neither hearing the other speak. Now six days had passed with no word from Miller, the longest...
The damned man had rejected her again. This seduction was not going well at all. She knew how the tale should end. Had not she written story after story in which the knight in shining armor rescued the maiden in distress from the evil villain and then proceeded to carry her off on his great steed...
His hackles were up and his temper was fierce. The villains who had set into motion the chain of events that brought him out on a night like this had no concept of how much they would suffer when Alexander got his hands on their bloody hides. They were assured of a swift death…if they were lucky....