This book was super and part of what made it super were all the super things missing. There were no super-villains, super-spies, super-thieves, or supermen. There were just two people trying to get on with their lives in the mess of human emotion and motivation. Good people do bad things and bad ...
I liked this novella. I appreciated that the author kept her suspense subplot uncomplicated and didn't try to cram too much into the shorter work count. I also liked that the romance, especially on an abbreviated timeline, wasn't written as some grand love affair where the couple is talking mar...
His throat worked with agitation as he considered his answer. “It’s not that simple,” he said finally. She recoiled in shock. “Are you going to break up?” “No.” “What do you mean?” &n...
She’d been dreaming about a tsunami. Emma had been ripped from her arms and swept away in the tumbling waves. Chloe had somersaulted through the water, bubbles rising from her throat as she screamed for her daughter. Now she was in a strange, but cozy, place. Judging by th...
She lifted her head, disoriented. Her wrists were still bound, her right shoulder stiff from leaning on it. Sometime during the long, terrifying night, she’d fallen asleep in the passenger seat of the stranger’s pickup. He’d given her a balled-up sweatshirt to use as a pillow. The fabric smelled ...
He was thirsty, and hungry, and tired. His shirt had stains and his slacks were ruined. His feet were bleeding inside his Ferragamo loafers, he just knew it. Luckily for him, Americans on vacation were a trustworthy lot. They left all sorts of clothing and supplies out in ...
After about fifteen minutes, his right shoulder burned like fire. Then the strain spread to his biceps and calves. Near the end, he couldn’t tell what was hurting anymore. His entire body was a quivering mass of jelly. She was limp and incoherent in his arms. She asked for...
Every muscle is his body felt strained. His arms and shoulders throbbed from overuse. His calves and thighs were tight. Dull aches had settled into his joints and permeated into his bones, reminding him of his age. Despite these complaints, or perhaps because of them, his ...
I spend every spare moment replaying the night before, remembering how good it was between us, wondering if we’ll ever be together again. Maybe I should have yelled at him or issued some kind of ultimatum. I could have told him that if he goes to this foolish meeting, he can kiss our relationship...
Remembering where she was, and what she’d been doing the night before, she groaned, pulling the covers over her head in shame. She couldn’t believe Marc’s mother had walked in on them last night. Hasty introductions had been made, after which Mrs. Cruz had gone to bed early, Marc had retreated to...
Smoothing a hand over her fluttering stomach, she lifted her gaze to his. She doubted he’d bugged the office. He didn’t know she’d gone for a ride with Cole on Tuesday, or almost screwed him on a picnic table. They were tracking Cole’s locations, not spying on him.She hoped.“I have to remove you ...
Down the hall a baby cried and she could hear a woman talking to soothe it. From somewhere else, a television blared. Someone coughed. All the familiar sounds of home. Mason closed the door behind him and looked around. His absorption made her more acutely aware of her modest dwelling than usual....
Shepherd and forensic psychologist Mia Richards... Read an excerpt from RIDING DIRTY The first book in the sizzling DIRTY ELEVEN MC series PROLOGUE Michelle knew something was wrong as soon as she walked through the door. There was mail strewn acros...
Luke was late and it was Garrett’s day off, so the sheriff’s office was closed. About a dozen members of the press were camped outside the door anyway.Mike didn’t look happy.The warden of San Diego County’s Department of Fish and Game wasn’t one of Luke’s superiors, but he wasn’t someone Luke wan...
He’d asked several times if she was hurt, to no avail. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her shoulders trembling, clothes in tatters.Taking the quilt out of his backpack, he covered her half-exposed upper body.Pelón Garcia had hit her. The angry red mark stood out on her cheek, plain as day. He’d also...
The room was pale with early morning light, and rain spattered the windowpane.Daniela was in the lower bunk, fast asleep.Then he heard Jason’s muffled voice in the hall, along with the sound of hurried footsteps and opening doors. Frowning, Sean climbed down from the top bunk and pulled on his di...
He was curled up in the fetal position, in a damp, uncomfortable crevice between rocks, at what he’d come to think of as his own personal hideaway on Windansea Beach. He was warm in some places, freezing where his body touched the sand. A hand was shoved down the front of his pants, for heat, he ...
The heat of the day had receded, leaving a pleasant breeze in its wake. She parked at Scripps and walked across the lot as the sun dipped lower in the sky.A receptionist greeted her at the front desk. “May I help you?”Kari didn’t know how to proceed. Should she sneak around, hoping to stumble int...