Where is Storm? Storm’s tardiness was so out of character that my fingers trembled as I took a large gulp of tequila. I snorted, thinking about our earlier phone conversation. There was no way in hell she was actually serious about me attending this meeting without her. She couldn’t be. Not after...
The pressure was on; the pressure to be perfect, if there was any such thing, but my critics and fans didn’t want to hear about the reality of that fact. Closing my eyes, I mentally went through my song lineup, humming softly, sinking lower into the scented water as the herbs floated around me li...
My senses were alive and invigorated. I could feel my fingertips pulsing with energy. It was as if I now had a new lease on life. Inhaling loudly, I could actually smell the crispness of the mountain air like perfume notes. I heard the sound footsteps of tigers padding through the woods, hunting....
My mother’s killer was New York City’s mayoral hopeful Bigsby Calhoune—and I wanted him dead. But killing him fast would be too easy. I planned to ruin him, stripping away everything he held dear—his wealth, his trophy fiancée, his political career, and his freedom. Bigsby was a dirty criminal un...
I didn't have time to speak before he brushed his lips tenderly across mine. “No time for regrets, Storm.” Tears sprang to my eyes as he took my mouth so gently and thoroughly that I was rendered speechless. Lifting his head, he just stared before b...