I love nothing better than to root around in my dozens of boxes of Christmas decorations, digging out all the ornaments, lights, wreaths and mantel decorations needed for every room. Each year my husband and I decorate two fir trees in our home, simply to be able to breath...
When she got home Scott’s motorcycle was notably absent and she experienced a mix of emotions. He’d gone for an early run that morning and they’d barely crossed paths over breakfast. She attended to her guests during lunch and, after catching up on a few domestic chores, spent the afternoon in he...
Away from his touch. Away from temptation. Away from the realization that she liked how his hand felt against her skin. I need you… There was something startlingly intimate about the way he spoke the words. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had said that to her. Maybe never. Craig hadn’t ...
He’d said too much. Revealed too much. Felt too much. Cassie’s eyes were wide and filled with questions. And he couldn’t and wouldn’t say anything more. “What does that mean?” He shook his head and turned. “Nothing. Let’s go back.” “No,” she said firmly. “I want to know what you mean. We’re talki...