Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug…
It was late afternoon when the heat broke. The thick clouds that had been sitting heavy over the…
The morning sun spilled through the forest canopy, casting golden stripes across Jack Johnson’s workbench as he shaved…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made…
The house slept restlessly. Lights dimmed. Rooms quiet. Even the breeze through the hallway windows moved slower, as…