The air was thick with silence. Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway. Celeste, one step behind her, arms folded tight, body rigid as steel beneath her silk wrap. And Maddie? She was still tangled in Graham’s sheets, the dim bedside lamp tracing…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
Two Nights After Marcus LeftTyrone’s private residence — after midnight The city was asleep. From Tyrone’s penthouse, the skyline stretched like a jeweled belt of heat and shadows. The glass doors were cracked open, letting the summer breeze drift in.…
A light rain had started to fall as Evelyn pulled onto the winding gravel road leading to Jack Johnson’s cabin. The rhythmic hiss of the tires on wet stone mirrored the unease in her chest. She hadn’t planned on coming…
The house slept restlessly. Lights dimmed. Rooms quiet. Even the breeze through the hallway windows moved slower, as though the building itself was holding its breath. Maddie stood by her vanity, brushing her hair with slow, meditative strokes. The pale…
The air was thick with silence. Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway. Celeste, one step behind her, arms folded tight, body rigid as steel beneath her silk wrap. And Maddie? She was still tangled in Graham’s sheets, the dim bedside lamp tracing…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
Two Nights After Marcus LeftTyrone’s private residence — after midnight The city was asleep. From Tyrone’s penthouse, the skyline stretched like a jeweled belt of heat and shadows. The glass doors were cracked open, letting the summer breeze drift in.…
A light rain had started to fall as Evelyn pulled onto the winding gravel road leading to Jack Johnson’s cabin. The rhythmic hiss of the tires on wet stone mirrored the unease in her chest. She hadn’t planned on coming…
The house slept restlessly. Lights dimmed. Rooms quiet. Even the breeze through the hallway windows moved slower, as though the building itself was holding its breath. Maddie stood by her vanity, brushing her hair with slow, meditative strokes. The pale…