It was pretty good. I like how it started. Lisa goes to a restaurant to have a meeting with some people she has never met. The waiter accidentally takes her to the wrong table. She soon finds out that she is at a Munch!It reminded me of The Burn List. It starts out a bit differently, but ends ...
Nick Carrady. Nick Carrady Football Camps. Fitness and Skills development, run by a former AFL professional. So she didn’t imagine him. Somehow he’d rescued her from maudlin boredom in front of a slot machine and gotten her back to her hotel. She vaguely remembered something about him planning to...
Sue Taylor, better known to the denizens of Bondage Ranch as Mistress Sue, walked into the dungeon dressed to kill. As much cleavage as she could manage threatened to spill over her tight and shiny black leather bustier. A matching miniskirt, with buckles, revealed a glimpse of flesh above thigh-...
Her tummy was rumbling but she ignored it. Breakfast could wait. She was only on the island for one more evening, then she would go and the movie crews would follow. That was unacceptable. Either Kyle was coming with her or she was going to stay. Now she had to convince Kyle of that. She showered...
She got off and leaned it against the house. He was right; it was a very secluded place, and no one could see the bike from the road. No one had any reason to come up the driveway, and she’d stopped bothering to lock it a few days ago. It was safe where it was. She opened the kitchen door with he...
She was avoiding talking to him, he suspected. But now she really was asleep, and Carter managed to slip his smart phone out of his pocket. He knew he couldn’t get a signal. The closest cell phone tower was a hundred miles away. But the little island had internet through a satellite dish, and he ...
Emma looked fine on his arm. He took a sidelong peek and admired her cleavage but ended up looking at her face. Tender, innocent. He’d have to be careful with her. I have to take care of her. She might be special. He tried to shrug off the thought. All women are special. He believed that. Emma ju...
She’d greeted everyone, danced with half the room, and it was getting near time to make their exit or the photographer was going to make them run through the whole batch of poses yet again. Louise grinned at Daniel, seizing her moment while the photographer was busy with the bridesmaids. “I’ve de...
He wanted curves. He wanted lust. He wanted an ability to handle and eroticize pain. And he wanted to keep them at a reasonable distance. Dylan had tried to steer him to a slender redhead, and he wanted someone who had a bit more padding. When the man he presumed was Sophia’s boyfriend put her ha...
Her body shone with sweat. Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy. Her breasts rose and fell, pretty pink nipples jutting out at him. She looked as if she were going to fall asleep, her body sated, and he was going to let her despite the raging hard-on he had. If he grabbed a condom from th...
It was a primal urge to protect his woman. My woman. He’d only known her for a few weeks. They’d had two dates. If he’d been his best self, he’d have offered her his couch. Now he’d made it seem as if the price of saving on her rent was her submission, and that wasn’t what he intended at all. Oh,...
Don’t call me, I’ll call you, the note said. Did men ever call when they said that? Marisa had admired his focus on the case once he got a sniff of a lead. But now she was wondering if maybe she should have been insulted instead. Then again, he may have had good reason not to want to be distracte...
Trent’s concussion had been pronounced mild, and there was no keeping him away from her side. There was an envelope stuck in the door, wedged in between the door and frame just above the bolt. It was one of those small envelopes that greeting cards come in, but it wasn’t sealed. She o...