Kissing Bindi as though he was thirsty for her, pressing against her as though she was meant for him, felt so good it couldn’t be anything but wrong. The weak, almost voiceless part of him that clung to decent judgment begged for something to wrest control from whatever instinct had triggered him...
Miami was the place he had depended on for the past four years. It was his refuge...where he slept. Partied. Trained. Decompressed after championships. Lived as a prince who finally knew the vices and virtues of luxury, yet refused to quit fighting dirty with his fists, like the pauper he’d been ...
Joey said from the passenger seat of a rented Ford F-350 Crew Cab. El Paso International Airport was far behind them but there was a ways to go before she and Zaf would drive beneath the wood-and-metal Yellow Hawk Ranch sign. The open road carved into the desert landscape, presenting an opportuni...
First she’d had to skip her run and show up in Mount Charleston a half hour late, including the ten minutes she’d needed to change clothes and twist her hair into a ponytail that the ladies from Heaven and Hair would have cringed at. Next she’d had to work through lunch—br...
Under the dusky blush of sunset the Venetian was a spectacular beacon, polished inside and out—a true Las Vegas gem. The air was sweet with late-summer blooms. Inside, the marble floors echoed as Danica Blue marched—anyone who knew her knew she didn’t simply walk or strut or glide, but instead ma...