Sebastian is a volunteer officer who gets paid, he's deaf and hard-willed and his supreme talent of lip-reading allows him to be an asset to the police department.Jordan has moved because he got shot on the job, and he meets Sebastian at his partners poker night.In all honesty this story is beyon...
I thought I was going to love this book. I'm not sure I can pinpoint the problem either. I had trouble connecting with Sebastian and Jordan. They never made the jump from being characters to being believable people for me. Their reactions and interactions didn't make sense or weren't consiste...
Daniel King said, seated straight-back at the head of the dining table that served as a conference table too.“What do you mean by… mate price?” Isaiah asked, irked, his grayish eyes flashing as he readjusted his stance on his stool, clearly edging for a fight.“What happened to the wolfie woman fr...
Sighing, he lifted his feet onto the cot and dried off the excess lotion, the whiff of eucalyptus strong and unmistakable, and pondered his next move. He knew full well he had hurt Kieran’s feelings, but he had to be honest. Kieran’s motives were still too much in the dark, just like his personal...
Now that he was staring at one in the secluded hangar the limousine had stopped in, he was in awe. Closing his open mouth with an audible snap, he tried to appear nonchalant. Luxury wasn’t something he was used to—abducted or not. When Aethelwulf exited the veh...
Ruben was prompt and precise with the work he’d been assigned, though, never missing a deadline. Duncan was much impressed with the boy’s talent and professionalism. Yet in his heart, Duncan missed speaking with Ruben face to face. But without a shadow of a doubt, he knew showing up u...
I wasn’t sure if you’d make it tonight.” Gus stepped aside to let Niall into his apartment. It was after 9:00 p.m., and Niall looked haggard. “Thanks, babe” was the only halfway human sound Niall made as he shrugged out of his jacket and kicke...
I returned to Mo’s mansion up in Sea Cliff. As usual, Parkinson let me in. “Cecil about?” I asked. “In his study, Mr. Garrett.” Parkinson took my coat and hung it on a rack by the door. “Anything I can get you, sir?” “No, thank you, Parkinson. I&rsq...