The blade sliced through the space just to the right of his head, so close he felt the dank air ripple in its path. Growling silently, he snatched the short, lethally sharp blade from the air and sent it back through the sex club’s heady artificial environment with just a flick of his wrist. Stra...
The officious git stood beside the police tape, hand up, palm out—the same position he’d assumed the second Aslin approached him—and informed anyone who cared to listen that Aslin’s trailer was a crime scene and no one was allowed past the tape. Alsin had no beef with cops. They did a thankless j...
He’d seen her run past it in a harried sprint before she’d suddenly disappeared from view as if she’d thrown herself at something, possibly the bed. What are the chances she’s not on that bed alone now, Jake? The unsettling question made him clench his fists. Ezryn was inside the Principatus’s ap...
Hunter Sullivan had called the cottage via the direct line between the homestead and Amy’s home and told her not to go to work today. Lips tingling, blood roaring in her ears, she shuffled to the closest chair and dropped into it. Only four days of teaching at Farpoint Creek and she’d been fired....
It was almost two a.m. He didn’t want to wake anyone up. After checking to make sure the concertina doors leading out onto the main balcony were locked, he walked into the kitchen. He’d grab a bottle of water from the fridge, check the windows and then head down to the lower floor to do the same ...
If luck was on his side, he’d never need them again. Not those particular items, at least. He’d never wear orange again, that was for certain. Rubbing his hands together, he turned away from the lake and faced the night before him. A soft breeze blew across the water’s still surface, stirring the...
His balls slapped against Amy’s cunt as he pumped into her, the bright mid-morning sunlight pouring over his naked chest and face, heating his flesh, making him sweat. It felt good. No longer fighting the lure of the creature he really was. It felt right. More than right. He rammed into her sodde...
She looked down at her very wet, now defunct iPhone—she vowed she’d never text on the toilet again—and decided this trip had been cursed from the word go. In the past twenty-four hours she’d run the gamut of emotions—anger, frustration, annoyance, disappointment, excitement, happiness, sheer pani...
Well, before the jet’s turbulence did. One second I was skimming through the sky, the cool wind on my face, the next my gut feels like the San Andreas Fault having a bad day. I toss a look over my shoulder, see the Qantas Airbus and think, oh shit. Ten seconds later, I’m i...