Ah free kindle books. You never cease to disappoint me.I used to think that in erotica the writing could be bad, but this book has proved me wrong. I think the author wrote this with an audience of trashy stupid women in mind.Case in point: Sean's letters - (paraphrasing) "I'm in the desert. It's...
He left her and headed to the bathroom. When he returned a short time later, feeling pleasure still pinging in his muscles, she’d pulled covers up to her chin and huddled under them like a lost waif. The sight of her staring at the ceiling gave him a sinking feeling. Maybe she already regre...
On the other hand, perhaps they’d become exhausted, coming down from an overload of feelings. She wasn’t sure she knew what to think or how to feel. When they reached the diner the bright pink neon sign on the marquee made her eyes ache. They had to search for a parking place for some time, and s...
She’d seen the face of grief before when she’d witnessed people losing loved ones. Yet she’d never seen that same expression on anyone’s face for her. Stunned by his reaction, she hurried to explain. “On Magonia they call it entonesia.” “What—” He took a deep breath. “What is entonesia?” “A rare ...
A small fountain sent soothing sounds into the air, a sweet trickle and tinkle that relaxed her. She filled her senses with fragrant flowers and greenery nearby. Her mind spun with the implications of what her father had confessed. When the door opened behind her, she turned and spied Mark walkin...
When would it end? He hated the agonizing feeling that pierced his head and racked his body every time he returned to Cromar in solid form. It was a reminder of much that had happened in the past. Horrendous nightmares lingered on the edge of his fog-enshrouded mind and threatened to render him s...
Despite the hum of police activity, Jake’s adrenaline still ran high. He’d tackled situations in the desert during war that had rattled him and he’d dealt with them as best he could. You didn’t handle the mall situation as well as you could, Frasier. Not well at all. He knew why. Kathleen McSwain...
How long had Ian been there? Listening and waiting for the right time to enter? Ian looked no different than he had when he’d left her, and the relief was staggering. Penny wanted to cry again. Wanted to rage at him for being gone so long. Surprise registered on Frank’s face a half second, and sh...
She knew it was the only place they’d have privacy for what she had in mind. She hungered to complete what they’d started so many years ago. Forever. For that was how long she felt she’d known Marc Gampia. Once she reached the landing, she headed straight for her room. She wanted familiar things ...
Phili had brought her a new tunic and pants as well as a wide-brimmed hat that kept the sun off her head. She wore the hat and clothes today, her lithe body barely visible under the formless garments. Rayder liked the way Xandra’s hair tumbled about her shoulders, and unlike some men might, he ha...
“Mmmm.” She gloried in the scent—manly and so familiar. She buried her face in the pillow and groaned. One of her eyes popped open and she looked around the bedroom for signs of the man she’d just slept with for the first time last night. She heard the clang of pots and pans and reached for her p...
Lying in bed, he shifted and felt each last ache as it penetrated his muscles. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this. Yesterday had kicked his ass, and it didn’t make a damned bit of sense. He rolled to his left and checked the clock. Five fifty. “Damn.&rd...
On her own, she keeps her little bakery going. Fueled by visits from a tall, gorgeous ex-special forces general, she longs to understand more about the quiet, mysterious man who keeps secrets and teases her with hot glances. He keeps his team of ex-military security experts working to protect the...