The ass had called Christian—not Shannon—with instructions that she was not to leave the house for the next two days. No ifs, ands, or sorry asses about it. She was on lockdown. Santos didn’t know who she was but was on the prowl. And while it made her want to scrub every inch of her body with sc...
Now what was she going to do? She hadn’t seen her father in almost two years. That last time had only made things worse. “Make amends my . . .” Stepping behind the bar, she grabbed a bottle of vodka. She’d managed to avoid this inevitable confrontation, but something in her mother’s voice had tou...
He was a smart man and he had a major portfolio to prove it. He could do this. He could make her see he wasn’t this Kyle jerk. I am smart, he repeated to himself. He set the waters on the island and grabbed a piece of bacon off the plate, taking a bite. “I like yours better.” “That’s because I ba...
She tried to kick him, but decided it wasn’t a good idea with a gun barrel pressed to her temple. The asshole called out to Albert, but got no reply. He tried again, inching closer to the broken window. Still no answer. On the pavement, in front of the smoking car, a pair of legs lay motionless. ...