Alison Fairmont Villard wakes in a hospital bed with a face she doesn't recognize and a husband she doesn't know. Andrew Villard, a self-made millionaire, has a bright future but a shadowy past. When he tells Alison the details of their life together, she has no choice but to believe him-- and to...
And black. A column of long, slinky, shimmery black that grazed her curves, showed off her legs, and fastened with a jet-black choker collar around her neck. Crystal and jet earrings dusting her bare shoulders, framed by her tumbling curls, her only jewelry. A black sequined bag. Restrained makeu...
Through the misty veil of her half-closed eyes, she saw what appeared to be a great golden lion hovering over her. She might have screamed if she hadn’t felt so drugged and stuporous. Lethargy dragged at her as she tried to move, and a dull pain throbbed near her right breast. The question floati...
Moody Three SOME MEN LOVED the adrenaline rush that came from mastering the road on a powerful machine. Some men loved the horsepower. Diablo loved the freedom. The sensual purr of the motorcycle beneath him, the wind whipping his hair as he careened toward a bend in the road that led to parts un...
Her client, a lovely, soft-spoken woman in her mid-forties, had just described how her husband of six months had bilked her out of half a million dollars in an investment scam, and yet now she was weeping openly because he was such a wonderful man. Bev didn’t understand. “But Mrs. Covington,” she...
The sudden crackling sound brought Annie Wells to a complete stop. Dust swirled, coating her ragged tennis shoes as she turned to scan the rocky trail she’d just traveled, searching for the source of the noise. It had sounded like the unforgiving lash of a bullwhip. How many men could there be wh...
or marrying the man you adore alongside it. Annie chose the latter, and she had never looked more lovely. Her wedding gown was a simple white organdy, its sweetheart neckline revealing soft, rounded shoulders and porcelain skin, glowing with excitement. A garland of wild daisies adorned her coppe...
It was four feet high and weighed thirty pounds, easy. More than heavy enough to crush the life from a five-ounce cockatiel. He dropped to his knees next to the limp form and told himself to stop shaking. He never shook in the OR. He was precise and machinelike. But it was...
Slumped in a captain’s chair at the juice bar, Sasha pulled out of her unfocused stare long enough to acknowledge the owner of the sardonic voice. It was T.C., and he had a handful of checks for her to sign. “Make an X,” he ordered, dropping the pile in front of her and shoving a pen into her wri...