The atmosphere in Tyrone’s penthouse had shifted. Thick with heat. Heavy with tension. The lights were low. Not…
The air outside was cool and crisp, but inside Jack’s cabin, the fireplace cast a soft amber glow…
It started with a key. A simple brass key, left on Maddie’s pillow after her shower. No note….
Jim, the mortician, was a disgusting man. His lab coat was stained with God knows what, and his…
After landing, Tyrone didn’t go straight to the office or the gym. He went home—to his sleek, masculine…