Jezebel turned from where she was whipping up eggs and bacon to glare at Delilah seated on one of the bar chairs in her kitchen, watching her curiously. “Like what?” Playing dumb sometimes worked. She hoped this was one of those times. “Like you’ve been getting it from all angles,” her sister tea...
At only eighteen years old and with nothing but a string of broken hearts and unpaid parking tickets to her name, Adeline Mackintosh was the baby of the family. She was also the one to be reckoned with. As such, it was in the interest of all to tell Addy who was coming to the Christmas celebratio...
Damien’s head snapped up at the voice, remembering only then that Gavin was perched on the couch across from him, a glass of ginger ale in one hand. He’d been lost in his thoughts, replaying his wife walking out on him too many times to count. It was like a dream—a nightmare—and in many ways, Dam...
―Francis Smedley He wasn’t coming and there would be no continuation of anything. The thought should grant her relief, but Jezebel continued to shift restlessly in her bed. It had nothing to do with Ramsey and everything to do with the conversation she’d had with Delilah...
It was late evening and they were in his study. He’d just shared some—never all—of the details of that fateful night almost thirty years ago, when they’d hunted two slaves, and had instead found themselves hunted by a rampaging wolf. He’d spoken of the size of the wolf, bigger than any Ryder had ...
Simone started, clutching one hand to her chest to make sure her heart was still there, and the other to the pencil holder she’d almost knocked to the ground. Spinning her swivel chair, she glared at Jackson Bard, her co-worker and one of her few friends at the Traveler. He was staring...