I sat in a king-sized bed adorned with cream satin sheets. Soft tones of blue, brown, and cream cropped up in different parts of the room—throw pillows, vases, artwork—giving it a decidedly male vibe. Where the hell was I? I closed my eyes and leaned back against the headboard with a sigh. Way to...
Devlin said, glaring through the mirror at Victor. “Can you believe it?” His first mate and valet raised a single eyebrow. “That’s what has you in a foul temper this morning?” “Yes, dammit.” He turned and reached for his dagger, sheathing it on his calf holster. “I risked my bloody neck for her. ...
the young man behind the counter called out while flashing me his killer smile, the one clearly meant to let me know he was interested. Or maybe it was the phone number he’d written on the side of the cup that clued me in. Either way, the guy definitely looked like jail bait; I guessed him to b...