She leaned back and squinted with displeasure when her unruly, rusty-colored curls refused to cooperate, poking out all over like a bunch of broken bedsprings. "Aargh!" she muttered, throwing down her comb and watching it bounce off the wood floor with a ping before landing on the braided wool ru...
Nor did he bother to knock. “Mother!” he bellowed, slamming the door behind him. He marched across the braided rug in the entryway to the base of the staircase, his boots echoing through the house with every step on the wood floor, which always shone to perfection. Too bad his mother’s life didn’...
But that particular notion quickly fell away when Candace grabbed his hand possessively. “Aren’t you glad I surprised you with concert tickets?” she whispered during a concerto, leaning into him and batting her pretty lashes. The signature, floral scent of her perfume created sickening waves in h...