I never wanted a wife, but now that I have Joanna, I can't let her go...GreysonI was a cold-hearted bastard dedicated to running the company. A good one-night stand was better than any relationship, but Jo rocked my world and brought me to my knees.Then her uncle, the crime king of the East-Coast...
We were both stuffed to the brim with cake, and she was a little tipsy. I'd opted for cake only and mainlined water instead. One of us had to be sober to get us home. "I want to stop by the pool hall, show Brandon all the things I like." Brandon wor...
“Seems I can’t step anywhere without landing in some bull shit.” “Ah, I get you there. It is pretty much a daily occurrence.” “I imagine it is.”She squared her shoulders and cleared her throat.“What is it that you needed me to look at?” ...
Briana’s eyes were wide as she looked into Grant’s. Claiming your territory was one thing. But a full out war, it was too much. He ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t expect it so soon, Briana, but we have always had enemies like this. You saw how serious it was dow...
He aimed his stick at the cue ball and let his stick fly, hitting it directly and sending it hurtling towards a small group of balls. Three sank into the pockets, all solid. It was his called shot. “Dammit, Dixon. How the hell do you do that?” “Have an eye, I guess.” It certainly wasn’t his heigh...
I pushed her against the door, fumbled with the knob and half-caught, half-pushed her as we fell through into room. Slamming the door shut behind me, I reached for her. She dragged my shirt over my head, letting me yank it away where it became caught. Then I lifted her up, hands under her ass,...
If we could have skipped the party, I would have been happier. Beers with friends at the clubhouse would have been one thing, but this was all going to be a performance. I’d have to be on guard, and not let anything slip, and not piss anyone off. Sit there and look pretty ...
I guessed that was why so many men rode these things, from middle-aged weekend warriors to the kind who rode twenty-four-seven. Rain or shine, or even in snow. Men like Cullen, who made riding on the edge a permanent part of their life. It was addictive, like any other d...