We had been back there for a couple of months now and things had settled down. We were heading to New York soon, around the end of October when Cole goes to Canada to start shooting his film. That was a process and a half to get his contract sorted. Devon did a bang up job in the end but the nego...
“Hello, lover,” Jezebelle drawls and wiggles her fingers at him. “Miss me?” “How are you here?” he demands her. “Your essence was devoured during the ritual.” “Ah, not entirely true,” she says and floats over towards him. She places her hand centime...
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We left the date open as I was nervous and still did not want to go. To say that Drake and I do not get along is the understatement of the century. He came here looking for me several months ago and I rejected him. He is mean and a bully and I hate him. I didn’t need him in my life, but as it tur...
Carter asks me down the line. I kick the steel gate closed with a burst of wolf strength and stride through the courtyard of the compound. A twenty-foot-high chain link fence protects the ugly, two-story, concrete structure within. It’s a former prison. It’s perfect for our needs, though. We conv...
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he says with a laugh. “I just don’t think it is necessary in your case.” “Exactly my point,” I say as I sit up. “You know that I can take care of myself. I wish everyone else did.” “I’m glad you brought it up as it leads into something I have to say quite nicely,” he says, also sitting up. “What ...
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I snap at him and he flinches. “I’m sorry, baby. That’s not my process. I need my brain to try and figure it out first. Please.” I touch his arm gently and he sighs. “I will be in the bedroom. Even if you think you are dreaming or are actually dreaming or whatever just shout for me.” “Thank you. ...