She was what he would call model perfect; thin, at least five eleven and beautiful in a high fashion kind of way. If he met her at Raven’s Bar and Grill, the upscale establishment he and the team had started spending their Friday nights at since Jet and Charlie had broken up, he still wouldn’t ha...
Mitchell grinned. “You like her a lot. No wonder you’re training through daily meals just to be with her.” “Shut up,” Alex bit out the words. He didn’t need the guys reminding him of what he felt for this woman. Every day was difficult because he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted to touch her...
Dark hair clung to her forehead and right cheek and her heart seemed as if it were racing with the horses at the Kentucky Derby. She jumped from the bed as if getting out of bed would save her from the memory of her terror. Of course jumping out of bed after a nightmare that had her rolling wildl...
Dallas Ferguson looked at his watch. They had to fix the problem and fix it soon or years of solid work would be broken, stolen from them because of one dumb daddy’s girl. He wished he had killed her when he saw her, but he couldn’t. He had things he had to take care of and killing her would have...
Where was she? She remembered being in the studio in Anchorage. She remembered when the men with guns came in shooting. And then she remembered Demetri. He was trying to get to her, trying to save her, and he had died because of it. The guy, the big one, he had hit her. That was the last thing sh...
Alyssa looked over Shane Maxwell’s curriculum vitae. “Are you sure you’re in the right place?” This man should have been applying at companies like Lockheed Martin or something like it. The man was amazing—on paper anyway. “Look, you’re…wow…you should be applying for work at some government spons...