LOGINCharliSignature crimson flowed upward from the starched white collar of his shirt as Alton Fitzgerald stopped midstep and turned my direction. "It appears as though the prodigal daughter has returned."I didn't stop walking until I was right before him. "I want to see her.""You'll have to understa
"Alex," she asked as we neared Savannah, "have you heard of Mongolia Woods?""No.""It's a private facility west of Savannah that specializes in rehab for alcohol and drug addiction.""What? Are you serious? My mother is going to dry out?""Does she drink?""Yes, but not...well, it's never been a pr
"Of course you do.""I-I'm not sure if Alton...I don't know about staying at the manor. If Nox..." I'd never had a man stay with me in Savannah. I'd never had one who I wanted to have stay with me. All I knew was that if my mother was ill, the choice would be up to Alton, and I doubted he'd be as ac
CharliI stared in disbelief at the screen of my phone. I may have doubted that Chelsea had really been the one to send the text had it not been for the one line: does texting count? That was definitely Chelsea, the one to find the loophole in every agreement.I couldn't think about why she knew wha
He sat back on the edge of the bed with his back toward me.I crawled close and draped my arms over his broad shoulders, burying my cheek against his back."The coroner said that it happens," Nox said. His voice now filled with defeat. "He said she was probably having abdominal pain and that was why
Releasing his cheeks, I kissed one, and wrapped my arms around his chest with my head lying on his torso. I wanted to comfort him and be close. I wanted to support my strong boyfriend as he finally freed some of his shadows.Nox sighed and returned his arm to my shoulders as his words vibrated from
Twenty Years AgoOren"Family," Carmine Costello said as he hugged Angelina."Zio," she replied with a smile."Oren," he said, his hand extended."Sir, we're happy to be here today.""Yes, yes," Mr. Costello replied as he walked through the house, his arm around my wife, his niece.What I'd said was
Though she'd moved to Rye, getting her to accept domestic help had not yet happened."Why spend money on someone to do what I love to do?" she'd ask. "I love caring for my family. Cleaning is part of that."I explained that she'd have more time for other things. She could go out with her friends, sh
My daughter wasn’t me. She was Russell through and through. She didn’t care about Montague. She didn’t love Bryce. And with each passing day, Bryce’s discontent with her decision was becoming more evident. Instead of getting closer to my goal, as I’d thought we were a few weeks ago, we were farther
Charli’s fingernails dug into scalp and her knees parted as she encouraged my actions. My first taste was slow and deep, sweet and enticing. Her hips bucked as my tongue lapped and swirled around her clit. I wanted to make her forget, to make her feel safe. I wanted to take her mind to better places







