LOGIN“I agree with Victor. I mean, look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes. And look,” I say, pointing to the caption. “They’re planning on a Christmas wedding. Why would she announce that, if she’s planning to dump him for Grayson in a few days?. I’m afraid Mr. Bennet might be the one in
I go to the door to let him in.“Victor,” I say cheerfully, “Come in, come in,” I say embracing him and letting him kiss my cheeks.“How is little Xavi doing?”“Oh, you know, the great thing about kids is that they’re so resilient. We’re thinking about having a couple of sessions with a therapist, j
As I stare at them, I know, life doesn’t get much better than this. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to have us all safe under the same roof.The awkward moment came when we had to explain that the doctors hadn’t been able to save Mika. Our sweet boy wept for her as we held him in our arms.He’d loo
We shower together and tenderly make love to each other. Both are just so thankful to be back in each other’s arms. Too excited to sleep, I check the monitor for the hundredth time to confirm Xavi is still there. Satisfied, I turn over to find Sebastian lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
“Right, maintain the status quo.”“Only now, I’m ready to put a fucking hole in Carson’s head. How do I know you didn’t set this whole thing up from the start to paint Carson as the villain? Maybe you want him out the picture so bad, you’re hoping I’ll take him out for you.”Grayson raises his hands
When I’m close enough, Bennet steps forward, extending a hand.“Grayson Bennet.”His handshake is firm, but not crushing like in some juvenile show of power.“Sebastian Petrosky,” I reply and sit in the seat he indicates across the table from him.“So, you attended Princeton,” I say, letting him kno
But there’s no note or message telling me who did this and what they want. I retrieve my cell phone to check for any missed calls or text messages.Nothing, except those from people I recognize. A wailing begins rising within my soul. Where’s my brave little boy? What have they done to him?Before I
To maintain Judge Tyler’s support on the campaign trail, my dad was going to turn a blind eye while Tyler’s assassin put a bullet in me to keep me from testifying against Tyler’s son in a murder trial. The son of a bitch didn’t even try to deny it. He simply explained that he tried like hell to con
Abigail Bennet-WinchesterI sit across the table from Grayson at the military training compound. Our ranks have swelled to sixty men consisting of former Green Berets, Marines and Navy Seal caliber fighters. Not to mention an international flare with former members of the MI-6 and the Mossad.They a
But first, there were serious matters to discuss. This would have to wait … for a few minutes anyway.Harnessing enormous willpower, I pull away from his lips. “Gray, we need to talk about our strategy for—”“It can wait,” he breathes before devouring my mouth with his.I’m even more turned on by ho







