A woman behind plexi-glass was the only person she saw when she entered. Casey could hear voices behind closed doors, but they were locked with a numbered key pad, and she couldn’t see anybody else. Down a hallway was some sort of lounge or break room, judging by the laughter coming from the area...
He smiled to himself as he heard her fake the orgasm, but it was short-lived. She belonged to someone else. Never mind that Rafe knew she was thinking of him. While she'd made love to her boyfriend, Rafe was inside her head. It gave him a small amount of pleasure to know that she thought of h...
Cover by Vanessa Booke Edited by Catherine DePasquale The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead are purely coincidental and not intended by the author. As always, I would like to extend a ...
She wasn’t hung-over, which she should have been, judging by the amount of Brandy missing from her emergency bottle. But his nerve at insinuating that she couldn’t answer her own door in her pajamas was so arrogant she couldn’t stop her temper from flaring. She admitted to...
He looked over at the woman in the vinyl bustier to his right, and lifted the empty glass to her in a gesture of thanks. He had been second-guessing himself. Just because he always came here, didn’t mean he had to always come here, did it? He wondered if he was getting tired of it all. He ha...