Despite his MC president’s patch and the scar that spread like a sunburst over his left eyebrow, the guy looked a lot like Santa. His hair and full beard were white, and his middle had settled into a definite gut. He should’ve appeared harmless…but he didn’t. There was nothing harmless about Bill...
Lou declared, wiping the already clean counter at The Coffee Spot. “I mean, a fireman and a motorcycle-riding, leather-wearing badass? It’s a dangerous excess of hotness. Our heads could’ve imploded from hotness overload.” Rory blinked at her. “First, I don’t think the law...
There was a sound behind her, and she looked over her shoulder in a horror-film-cliché move she knew she’d beat herself up over later. The moose was charging after them. Ellie yelped and faced forward, her feet moving faster than she thought they could go. Tree branches wh...
Jules fumbled with the sugar packets she was refilling as she tried to watch without him noticing. She had to admit that he was gorgeous. In her old life—her other life—she might have flirted with him. Now, she looked at the uniform and all she could see was the prison time it represented. ...