LOGINCharli's head went back and forth. "No shows. This is real." I smoothed her beautiful hair away from her face. "I think that means there isn't time for any pain medicine." "I-I don't know if I can do this." "Trust me, princess. You can do anything." Her eyes closed. "Doctor, it's so fast. Is it
After the New Year Nox "Dad, are you sure it isn't time for you to go back to London or maybe Savannah?" "You're stuck with us until our grandson arrives," Oren said with a grin. I eyed him up and down. "I do admit, this family-man thing is looking good on you." "I know...I should have tried it
She winked as her cheeks rose. "No need to talk about that anymore, Miss Adelaide. Now, let's go out there to the pool house and watch little miss open her presents. I've been out there. Lord a mighty! Santa definitely made it. I'd say he needed a backup sleigh for all them presents." "Remember, he
Christmas Morning Adelaide "Something smells wonderful," Oren said as we made our way down the stairs and toward the kitchen. "I have your coffee poured, and the calzones are almost ready," Silvia said. "Silvia," I said, taking in the counter filled with sweets. "You always outdo yourself." She
Guilty of murder exercising malice and aforethought. His sentence was for life with no possibility of parole. Over time the association with Montague faded away. Despite my grandfather's antiquated way of thinking, he had built a company that fostered success. As other headlines took precedence, t
Angi tilted her little head. "But when you were little, you lived at Grandma and Grandpa's big house. It doesn't snow there. Did you still get Christmas miracles?" "Baby, you're my miracle." She reached out and laid her small hand on my tummy. "And my baby brother, too?" "That's right." "So Sant
I made my way through the crowd as the stench of sweat and something worse assaulted my nose. In my thousand-dollar suit and Italian loafers, I wasn't exactly dressed for a fight club, but it didn't seem to matter. People were screaming and calling out Lennox's name. Not Lennox, but Nox, some asinin
Ten Years Ago Oren "Respect," Vincent said through the phone. "It seems that you haven't taught your son to respect the family. It's time he learned." My throat clenched at his threat. "I have. He's young. What are you talking about?" "Young? Lennox is twenty years old. He's an old man in our wo
Once he was naked, his broad chest turned my direction, and rock-hard erection sprung forward, pointing toward the ceiling. "Only good girls get to come," he said as reached for the coil of black satin and crawled across the mattress toward me. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to take his lengt
Nox leaned closer, his hand back on my thigh. His fingers splayed. "I'm most confident I can keep you awake." When the tray of cannolis, tiramisu, biscuits, and slivers of cheesecake arrived, I helplessly shook my head. "No, I can't." Nox graciously declined the dolce—the sweet ending to our meal—







