This story had promise at the beginning. An man who broke the heart of the love of his life 15 years ago and is still deeply in love with her. The woman who is tough as nails and has built up walls around her so as not to be hurt again. They come face to face in a surprise meeting. It's all g...
I read this a while ago and enjoyed it quite a bit. But I think I need to refresh my memory (I have sad sad memory skills). This sounds like a good candidate to revisit as an audiotape!OK, so I listened to the audio, and despite the reader's mediocre at best job, the story was even better a secon...
My head hurt, it felt like my stomach was doing cartwheels, and I had this horrible taste in my mouth. I tried to cover my ears with my hands, but when I went to move them, they didn’t cooperate. For some odd reason, they seemed to be stuck together. Now why would they be ...
It was bad enough I had to sit through that bullshit English class I would never use after high school, but it was even worse when I had to do it after seeing Ginny walk down the hall in a damn mini skirt. Did the girl have any idea what a skirt like that did to me and every other guy in this sch...
It was by far the best way I had ever been woken up in my life! My ex-husband had made love to me sweet and slow, as if he had wanted to make sure he ingrained himself on me—in me—somehow. If that had been his intention, he had succeeded. Because the emotion he had given m...
Groaning, Ezrah brought his hands up to make sure his head was still attached to the rest of his body. It hurt so badly he was afraid it might be damn near decapitated. What in the hell had he gotten into that hurt this damn badly? When his hands reached the top of his hea...
A flamethrower. That Gage had given her a fire wielding weapon of mass destruction to defend herself on this mission was proof of two things. One, the man knew her inside and out; he would know that having her hands on such a piece of equipment would almost send her into fits of glee. Two, he’d g...
She was officially moving in with Borys. Her family back in Russia had packed up her things and shipped them to her here. Although, she would admit that it hadn’t been all that willingly. No, the Vasiliev tigers had hissed, growled, and yowled over the many phone calls the...
The nagging, ticklish sensation wouldn’t go away. Cruz went to scratch it with his fingers and ended up slapping the side of his wolf’s muzzle with a paw, instead. The rake of claws sliding down his nose slowly was enough to finish pulling Cruz out of his drugged slumber. ...