Wanting to give her time and space. But then he’d heard crashing from inside the room, the rip of canvas and the sound of wooden stretchers hitting the wall. His heart had about burst into pieces when he’d seen her, hair wild, eyes blank, destroying the work she’d poured her heart and soul into w...
It had been torture to stand within inches of her — smelling her perfume, knowing she was naked under the red dress — and not touch her. By the time they got to dinner he could hardly see through the animal lust roaring in his veins. Five years ago he would have taken her to the men’s room — or t...
He went for a run on the beach — his favorite new routine since moving to Miami — and returned to the hotel. He ordered room service, took a quick shower, and threw on his slacks just in time to open the door for his food. Today he would meet his employer, Diego Fuentes. H...
He’d been sure they hadn’t been followed, and he spent a few precious seconds trying to figure when and where someone might have tagged them with a tracking device before more gunfire sounded from the front of the cabin. There would be time later for lessons learned and se...
They’d gotten comfortable, and someone had turned the music up. Good. She set her glass on the bar, watching in her peripheral vision as Nico headed outside. Gino was on his heels before he’d even shut the door behind him. An...
He wasn’t crazy about leaving Isabel with Diego under any circumstances, but Diego seemed to mostly leave her alone when Sofia was there. Probably Diego’s fucked up brand of chivalry. Luca didn’t count on it lasting. Diego had the energy of a wolf baring its teeth in the m...
She’d been so close to escape. She almost couldn’t believe she was still here.But all of the fight had gone out of her after the shootout in the basement hall. Now she was crashing, and all she want to do was cry and sleep. And not necessarily in that order.Luca left her in the center of the room...
He pulled Angel to a stop and held it up. “Put this on. It’s cold.” She shook her head. “You’ll freeze. Besides, I have a sweater.” “It’s not enough,” he insisted, slipping it up her arms and taking her hand. He drew the sea ...
It took effort to avoid looking at Charlotte as she did the same. Everything she did was the subject of fascination to him. It was something about the way she moved, slowly and carefully, with a deliberation one didn’t often see in the twenty-first century. She reminded him of the screen sirens h...