I would not have read this were it not a freebie on iBooks. Considering the last billionaire erotic story I read, ie. the Worst Book I've Ever Read, this was surprisingly fresh, despite all the tropetastic elements. Trying to get funding for a good cause, getting stuck with a rich and gorgeous gu...
Sweet Victory is like a big epilogue to the duology of His Wicked Games series..This book was short but so entirely filled with love and passion and emotion that it's hard not to love this book.And Calder. :PWhat this book is about is glaringly obvious from the start. It's just like a big forepla...
“Lily?” I call as I flick on the light. “You here?” There’s no response. I drop my keys on the hook beside the door and drape my coat over the nearest chair. My briefcase goes on the table. Even though I spent three extra hours at my office today, I still have a massive amount of work to do tonig...
Mr. Haymore apparently thinks I’m the Energizer Bunny. He has me doing so many things I’m shocked that I’m still standing. But I like being busy. I feel productive. And that’s a much better alternative than stewing on my problems. I don’t have time to think about the fact ...
And by a “few” I mean, quite literally, two or three. Fine dining isn’t exactly a priority when you’re living off of the salary I am, but I’ve treated myself once or twice, when the occasion has called for it. But Ventine’s makes all those other restaurants look like those cheap family chains—you...
Jackson North leaned back on his stool and took a long, slow sip of his lager, letting it sit on his tongue as his eyes traveled up and down the bar. The dimly lit public house was lively tonight, and he picked up snippets of conversation in at least five languages as he scoped out his potential ...
The white-haired man smiles at me, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. “I’ve really enjoyed working with you these past few months, Elle. I’ve already been in touch with the employment agency—they said it would be no problem to extend your contract.” I return his smile. “I’...
The stockings hung. The wreaths placed on every door, the garlands hung across every window. But it’s not enough. Over the past month, we’ve turned this estate into a holiday wonderland. This house is so huge I thought I’d never run out of things to do. But I have. The place is an explosion of ti...
This house is huge, and Calder's tour did little more than make it clear that it would take me a year to learn my way around this place. I have no idea where I'm going, let alone where I might find a suitable place to hide. All the same, something surges through me as I run down the hallway. In s...
I’ve tried all of my usual tricks. Poured him a glass of wine. Slipped on my skimpiest lingerie. Wrapped my arms around his neck and sucked his earlobe into my mouth. But though those last two stunts definitely got some reaction out of him, he still won't talk to me about what’s going on in his h...
I, on the other hand, say that there’s nothing wrong with expressing normal brotherly concern, and I refuse to apologize for questioning the methods of a man who hasn’t married the woman carrying his child. I have every reason to doubt him. But I’ll give credit where credi...
This is unacceptable. I march down the stairs toward Elle. She rises, as does my sister. “Don’t you dare think of leaving,” I tell Elle firmly. She raises an eyebrow. “Is that an order?” I run a hand t...
Unfortunately, my dates usually involve five-star restaurants, expensive gifts, and sometimes even tickets for an impromptu weekend away to Paris or Barcelona. My money and status don’t mean much when I can’t leave this house. Still, I am nothing if not resourceful, and I ...