The black SUV curved along a winding coastal road, the sound of surf growing louder with every turn….
Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug…
The night air rolled in thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and refused to…
Tyrone and Daniel touched down in Cartagena on a Thursday morning, the coastal heat washing over them the…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made…