LOGINHis volume grew and spittle rained with each phrase he spat."As it is, I’m not allowing you to make any more decisions.” Crimson moved upward filling his saggy neck like a cloth-absorbing dye and creeping onward toward his cheeks and ears.“Alton, calm down. Bryce didn’t mean…” Though Suzanna's wor
“Uncle Alt—”A heavy hand landed upon my shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”I turned, perspiration dotting my skin as my shoulder shuddered with Alton’s touch. Fighting the urge to flinch away, I nodded toward the lawn at the few people standing below and answered, “To talk to the guests o
AlexandriaPatrick’s eyes met mine before he looked at his watch. It was his silent plea, and he was right. I needed to leave; however, since Bryce had left Alton’s den, he hadn’t left my side. With each glass of champagne or tumbler of whiskey, his enthusiasm for our marriage grew.“I’m happy,” Mil
I shook my head. “I don’t know. Patrick didn’t know. Only that Charli had a plan.”Trust me. Her words came back as I once again paced, my shoes becoming covered by a fine layer of red dust. Trust—I’d asked that same thing of Charli many times. Now it was my turn. I fucking hated the wait. It was he
NoxMy shoes pounded the Georgia clay. Back and forth I paced, watching my phone: the time, Charli’s app, and Oren’s texts. The sky was dark, barely a sliver of moon lighting the expanse from the woods to the manor.“Are you sure she can find the way?” I asked Isaac.“It’s not difficult. You can see
“No. You’re also not a doctor. If I don’t have a gurney in less than three minutes, you’ll no longer be a night nurse at Magnolia Woods. ”If I hadn’t known that Deloris was watching his every move through the Magnolia Woods security feed, I may have been concerned. I wasn’t. My attention was focuse
CharliElectricity surged through me as Nox's hand met mine, pulling me closer until nothing separated us but two layers of clothes I desperately wanted gone. I was engulfed in his embrace. His strong arms surrounded me as his spicy scent enveloped us like a cloud."Princess..."The only word uttere
A long black limousine pulled up to the curb the moment we stepped onto the sidewalk. Hurriedly, Patrick opened the door and rushed us inside.Taking in the spacious interior, I leaned my head back against the seat and sighed. It was the most free I'd felt in over a week. "Thanks, Pat. Are you tryin
Only a few feet away, I remembered my fear that the room was bugged. "Come with me."Briefly, she hesitated before crawling from near my headboard to standing by the bed and following me into the bathroom. As soon as I shut the door with us both inside, I flipped the switch and the room filled with
His jaw clenched. "Miss, our clients may have money, but they're all the same: addicts. Her name isn't—"Bryce began to speak, but I lifted my hand. "Mr. Warren, stop now or get a new job tomorrow." It may have been years since I'd been a pretentious snob, but old inbred habits were hard to forget.







