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…

It was a typical Tuesday morning when my husband Jack came to me with an unusual proposition. He had an important meeting at his office that he hoped would secure him a long-awaited promotion. But the competition was fierce, and…

The soft click of the door closing echoed like a gunshot in Daniel’s ears. His fingers lingered on the handle for a moment longer than they should have, his skin warm, sweaty, pulse thudding violently in his throat. He hadn’t meant to…

The rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows of Tyrone’s penthouse office the following evening. The city below buzzed with light, but the interior was hushed, low-lit—like a den designed for seduction and strategy in equal measure. Tyrone stood…

Tyrone’s downtown office sat high above the city—sleek, masculine, steel-gray and obsidian décor. The windows ran from floor to ceiling, offering a glittering skyline view that looked like it bowed to him. The city should bow. Tyrone sat behind his desk, shirt unbuttoned…