All Chapters of Dark Curves (Dangerous Curves 6): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jax Hamill had just blown on into Sarah’s life like a shooting star, or a meteor. Like something bright and blinding and beautiful; something dramatic and all-changing. He’d been all growling, glowering, smoldering, dark-haired sexiness, and he’d set his hard green eyes on her one night at his bar, Dangerous Curves – and he’d wanted her. He’d wanted her, and he’d decided to have her, and that had been the end of the conversation as far as he’d been concerned. Now, Sarah couldn’t imagine her life without Jax, didn’t even want to, and sometimes she couldn’t comprehend just how the hell she was marrying this amazing, rough, tender man.To her horror, she felt tears gathering, and she took a deep breath.You are not gonna be one of those babbling, bawling brides, so pull it together. Like immediately.“Well,” Sarah said, trying to be brisk about all of this raw emotion. “I’m not four years old anymore, Mom.”“A tiara’s a great way to get some sparkle up around your face, though,” Elise s

“You’re damn right it is,” Naomi said, her smile taking the sting from the words. “So don’t you say one more word about Aidan not wanting to commit to you, Gabi. I think the man has demonstrated time and again that he’s already as committed as it’s humanly possible to be, so I truly don’t see how a ring is going to somehow show you that. Aidan shows you that, shows you every single day. Just open your eyes, sweetie. See what’s right in front of you, OK?”They gaped at Naomi some more, then Gabi and Sarah looked at each other.“Well,” Sarah said with a grin. “You got told.”“I did,” Gabi agreed. “And I needed that. Thank you.”“Yeah?” Naomi checked in. “Not too much tough love?”“Nuh-uh. Just enough.”“So – are you alright?” Sarah asked.“Yeah.” Gabi nodded, and they were relieved that she looked absolutely like herself again. “I am.”This time, they believed her.“Sarah!” Annie appeared now, carrying a tiara in her hands. “Look!”They all turned to face her, all smiling. Annie launche

He lumbered over to her, all muscles and bulk in well-worn jeans and a tight black t-shirt, all soft blond hair and hard blue eyes, all raw power and cool toughness. It was literally unbelievable to her that this man – this man! – had held her through her fever and delirium and shaking. That this man had cared for her as tenderly as if she were a helpless infant. That even after their ugly argument and all his threats, this man had sat here in the dark, watching over her, keeping her safe.It just didn’t make any damn sense. None of it.“Here you go,” he said, extending his arm. “Put that on.”She took the long-sleeved denim shirt, and he turned his back. Shay blinked in astonishment, then decided that she liked this little gesture of respect. She liked it quite a bit, actually.She slipped the shirt on, and it fell over her slim hips, fell way past her knees. She did up the buttons, rolled up the sleeves, then she pushed the bed covers aside.“All set,” she said, swinging her feet to

“Name it.”“Where are my clothes?”“Ah, yes. Clothes.” He tilted his head at her, gave her a sexy, dirty smile. “You don’t actually have any.”“I – what?”“Yeah. No. Your jeans were ripped to shreds by a mountain lion, as you may well recall, and your sweater was soaked through when you were sweating out the fever. You can wash it, if you want, but it’ll take hours to dry.” He paused. “And really, do you want to wear a sweaty sweater? Like, ever again?”“So… so I really have no clothes?”“You really don’t. I have to say, though, that this is a blessing in disguise, in my humble opinion.”“Oh, yeah?”“Hell, yeah.” He stared down at her, his eyes roaming over her entire body, over her miles of long leg, loving the sleek curves. “First, because I like seeing you in nothing more than my shirt, baby. It looks damn good on you.”Shay flushed purple. Warren laughed at her, the sound gentle and teasing.“Second,” he carried on. “Those clothes were hands-down the least-flattering things that y

Curtis Manning glanced around Dangerous Curves, checking out the general vibe. It was packed and heaving, but it seemed cool. Everyone was having a good time, and even that group of super-smashed frat boys over in the corner weren’t signaling any bad intentions. Curtis was sure of this because his girlfriend Tessa Mahoney was serving that table, and she hadn’t shown even one flicker of stress or discomfort.He assumed his usual bouncing position: arms crossed, leaning back against the wall, all deceptively casual, ferocious scowl firmly in place. But the whole time, he was looking at Tessa, and he was smiling wide inside.Good Christ, that woman made him happy. And – something incredible to Curtis – he made her happy. In the whole of his life, he’d never had a woman look at him the way that Tessa did. He hadn’t even known that it was possible for him to be on the receiving end of such sweet, heated looks. But every single time those green-gold eyes gazed at him, Curtis was a goner. Fo