SuttonCandice had dark circles under her eyes as she clutched her cup of coffee like a lifeline. But she wasn’t drinking out of the cup, only holding it as if it were her sole source of heat. I had found her holed up in the office at Abberly’s.Knox called ridiculously early asking i

Mark“Baby, wake up!” I brushed the hair back from Sutton’s face. “I need to head to the airport.”She moaned and turned in my arms. I had already gotten up and showered, but I still needed to put my clothes on. Sutton looked so warm and cozy in our bed that I couldn

Sutton“You shot the Gray Lady?” I gasped, not sure why I was so horrified. I mean, she was dead.Brian shook his head. “No, it was an officer. I reacted the moment I caught his uniform. It took me a moment to realize that it was sadly out of date—something from another century.”

SuttonMark ran a finger down the arch of my foot and I flinched, trying not to giggle, but as they say, resistance is futile. He knew how ticklish I was and was taking advantage. Seeing as how he had tied each ankle to opposite bedposts, I was helpless to do anything about his wandering hands.With a raised brow he went into the closet for a moment and came back with a bottle of something and a large pink vibrator.

SuttonBring $3 million dollars and the files that Judith Coswell stole from her husband to the Wickshire Cemetery at midnight Saturday if you want to see Margaret again.The words stared me in the face as I re-read a copy of the ransom note over and over again.