He’d been wary at first of answering questions in any depth, but Curt, as a seasoned, nationally known reporter, had interviewed princes and popes. Adding a wary drug lord to the list wasn’t much of a challenge. Emm read over his shoulder and saw that he was, indeed, making copious notes that wou...
And most of all, never attack first. Yet how could she obtain the sword without attacking? Perhaps she should have just gone to John Travis and thrown herself on his mercy, asking pretty please to borrow the sword. But she suspected his reaction would have been the same as his son’s—scorn and dis...
She hadn’t even removed her top, but still, his eyes zeroed in on her over the other topless women, gorgeous though they were. He’d always had a thing for redheads. And she knew it, damn her. Worst of all, she was hiding something. She knew Trey better than she let on. Still, his suspicions could...
Emits a brighter ray.” —Oliver Goldsmith, The Captivity, an Oratorio Chapter Eleven That night, Katrina learned the true reality of smuggling: it wasn’t romantic, but bone-chilling, backbreaking work. True, prosperity literally rested upon the backs of the men, but i...