Darius paced inside the master suite he’d been given. Facing the Pacific, it had a private balcony and beach access via a staircase leading to the bricked walkway. It boasted a fireplace, huge flat screen television, a bathroom with a Roman tub, and even a private hot tub on the wide balcony. A d...
Beth Langston jerked open the frosted glass door, stepped into the shower and twisted the knobs to full blast. Hot water pelted her shivering body. Letting it rinse away her troubled thoughts, she leaned against the marble wall. Instead of showering, she should have accompanied the pack members w...
She wore a modest gray gown; her father expressly forbade her from wearing white. When Graham solemnly slid the thin gold band onto her finger, it felt like the jaws of a steel trap shutting. The wedding luncheon was torturously slow. Hosted by Jillian's parents, the funereal atmosphere depressed...
She had a soft and gentle manner with his niece and nephew. Her youthful enthusiasm refreshed his sagging spirits. He thrilled at the idea of sharing a meal with Amanda. He had his suspicions about why she’d invited herself. Amanda would rather dine at the almshouse than volunteer a moment of her...