Damn, the man could do amazing things to her. It was something about his big hands, his hard, warm body, his teasing touch. And his voice. It was deep, rumbling. Masculine. It didn’t seem outrageous to do anything when he suggested it, when he coaxed her, encouraged. ...
The band was setting up on the second-floor landing, the flowers were being arranged on various surfaces, and Jen was running around with a clipboard in her hand looking frantic. Jumping when someone touched her back as she leaned over, Regan paused in the act of shifting the candlesticks in the ...
He had a beard growing and dark circles under his eyes, his hair spiked out in all directions, as he shuffled barefoot in a pair of ratty jeans. No shirt of course. I was starting to think I was going to have to buy him a pack of T-shirts for my own sanity. “What’s up?” he...
SERIOUSLY? WHEN Johnny Malone jerked out of sleep suddenly, he became aware of three things in rapid succession. One, his bandmate Drake Hanover’s butt was in a sling, literally, just a few feet away from Johnny’s face, cupped in assless leather chaps, his arms slack and h...
She looked like a real bride. And she promptly burst into tears. “What’s wrong?” Harley asked, reaching out and taking her cold hand in hers. “You’ll mess up your makeup!” Charity shrieked, horrified. ...
Did she have any clue how close to dying she had come? I had expected tears, apologies, sad Robin, but aside from looking like she needed a nap, she didn’t look upset. In fact, she acted like she had done nothing different the night before than any other night. Well, maybe...