Catherine Miller, the heroine of the story is a tough cookie and interesting character. Instantly, the story starts off with a bang as Catherine is thrust into danger from the onset. A vandal accuses her of being a murderer, and later, Catherine is attacked.Though as any good romantic suspense st...
Brenna had always wondered. Now she knew. People got pissy. Especially people like Millicent. “What do you mean, you don’t have fudge?” the older woman crowed, her voice ringing so loudly through the shop every person in it shut up and listened. Awesome. That was just what Brenna wanted: a very p...
Someone had been staring in the window. He’d seen the face, turned off the light to keep whoever it was from having a clear view of the interior. “Boone, stay with the lady,” Chance barked, coming up on Jackson’s heels. They hit the edge of the back...
One arm under her head, she rested against the door, her dark hair lying silky and thick against her shoulder and arm. She looked delicate and young, her smooth complexion and unlined skin pale in the light from the dashboard. If he looked closely enough, would he notice a slight swelling of her ...
She was all Harper could think about as she paced her bedroom, the sound of voices drifting up through the floorboards. Logan’s voice. The higher-pitched voice of his coworker, Stella Silverstone. She’d arrived three hours ago, striding into the cabin as if she owned the place. She’d made tea, fe...
She’d told Sheriff Reed that all she needed were a few aspirins and an ice pack and she’d be fine. That was before the pain hit. Now she thought she might need a couple days in bed and some heavy-duty painkillers before she felt better. Her head throbbed, her jaw ached and her ribs hurt with ever...
She answered quickly, her heart stuttering as an officer introduced himself, explained that her husband’s cabin had burned down and asked if he could ask her a few questions. “Sure,” she said, settling onto the bed, her heart pounding so frantically she thought that she mi...
That was all Max could think. “The thing is,” she said as she eyed Zuzu. “I don’t know a lot about children.” “Join the club.” “And, I really do have to work.” “Right,” he bit out. “We’ve established that we both have to work. If you don’t want to babysit, I understand. No hard feelings.” “If I d...
she whispered.“Don’t thank Him, yet. We still have to survive until our ride gets here.”“How long do you think that will be?” Because Skylar was done. More done than she’d ever been in her life. Sheer determination had kept her going through the long night. That and Jonas. But the storm had ended...
None of Tom’s neighbors had noticed anyone or anything out of the ordinary. No phone call from Chance or Malone, either. At least that’s what Stella had said when they’d gotten back in the SUV. Quinn looked at the dashboard clock. Only five minutes ago.“Do you think—?”“They aren’t dead.”“You have...
That’s what the blue-haired ladies at the diner were talking about when Simon brought the girls there for lunch. The kittens had been in residence for three days, and the girls had tucked them into their box before they’d left, kissed them good-bye, acted like they might be separated forever. Now...
At least, that was how it felt to Scout. She tried to match pace with Boone’s long-legged stride, but no matter how much she willed herself to move more quickly, she just couldn’t seem to do it. He must have realized it. He slowed his pace, keeping his arm firmly around he...
One minute. Two. Three. Time seemed to pass in excruciatingly slow moments, and there was nothing he could do to speed it up. It was going to be a very long night. He walked into the kitchen and pulled a cold soda from the refrigerator. It wasn’t something he drank often, but it hit the spot when...
This was Mr. Carter’s son? The hotshot lawyer from DC who never came to visit his father? Who couldn’t even make it to his funeral because of “pressing business”? She didn’t know the man, and already she didn’t like him. She didn’t have to know him to know his type. He was career-oriented, into t...
I remember watching Apolo Anton Ohno over the years as he won his eight medals and being fascinated by his testimony: a rebellious teenager who was raised by a single father who drove him to a remote cabin and left him there to sort out his priorities. Ohno did, and, with some divine inspiration,...
How many had she been to this year? Five? Six? The worst part being that there was no wedding in her immediate future. She bit back a sigh of frustration and hefted the shrink-wrapped basket she’d prepared for the occasion. She should have ridden a bike. Then she wouldn’t have had to park her car...
Ryder watched it as he worked kinks out of his bad leg, the computer behind him, Darius leaning over it. Three hours of staring at the monitor, and Ryder had seen nothing. Not a bird. Not a dog. Not a person. Too bad. He’d been hoping the arsonist would show up looking for Shelby, hoping he’d hav...