All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SINThe lights blinded me, but I'd gotten used to that a long time ago.Flash, click, flash.The photographer barked directions as if I was a mannequin who rented space to him."Shoulder down! Chin higher! Good—hold it there!"Yeah, sure. I stood stock-still, a lace strap sliding down my arm, the kind of lingerie that was meant to cry sexy and untouchable. It mostly just cried itchy to me.Two months now since I've been in the hospital. Two months now since the doctor had advised Steel to use his hands for nothing, and two months now since I'd been walking around with a live wire taped to my body. My body missed him. My sanity missed him. But the doctor had been clear: no sex until three months.Steel begrudged every second of it. So did I."Beautiful!" the photographer shouted, jolting me awake. "Sultry—more eyes. Yes, yes!"Sultry. Okay. I attempted to smolder without eye-rolling, but my son's voice behind me did not help."Mom, you sneeze," Jasson said with a straight face, slouchi

SHERIFF VALOUR The phone rang while I was elbow-deep in paperwork. Always paperwork. People think being sheriff means chasing bad guys with sirens and glory. Truth? It’s forms, signatures, and budgets that never add up.I glanced at the screen. Steel.I sighed. “This better be good,” I muttered before picking up.“Dad.” His voice was tight. Too tight. “It’s urgent. You need to come to my office. Now.”I leaned back in my chair. “You do realize I have an actual job? One that doesn’t involve playing babysitter for your dramatic ass?”“Not a request,” Steel said. “Office. Ten minutes.”Then he hung up.I stared at the phone. “Well, shit.”The last time Steel used that tone, two people ended up in the ER and one building nearly caught fire. So yeah, I grabbed my coat and headed out.By the time I pushed open his office door, he was already there — pacing, jaw tight, looking like he’d chewed glass and wanted more. Knox was sitting at the desk, calm as ever, sipping coffee like this was a

SINThe door slammed shut behind me, slapping against the tile men's room. Overhead florescents hummed, still smudged with gunpowder on Steel's clothing as he wrapped hands on the counter, his own face a storm in the broken mirror.He didn't even look my way when he barked, "What the hell are you doing in here, Sin?"I rested my back against the door, pounding along, staying on like I was not going to do something stupid. "Someone had to keep you from intimidating every newbie off the range and since yelling at you out there didn't work… " I shrugged. "Here I am."Finally he faced me, eyes black as coal, jaw clenched so hard I was sure he was going to crack a tooth. He was angry—not really. He looked hungry at the same time."You shouldn't be here," he growled.I tilted my head, moved in. "Says who?"His eyes pierced me, as if he wanted to swallow me whole and kill me at the same time. "Says the doctor. Says sense. Says every damn thing about me that's been battling for supremacy the

JASSONSteel’s mansion had a certain vibe to it—like the air itself was aware of who lived here. The kind of vibe that pressed down on your chest and dared you to breathe wrong. Jaden and I had gotten used to it by now, but tonight it was heavier, mostly because Steel was pacing like a caged wolf, scowling at non-existent images that weren’t even moving. All of this space and he'd dismissed all the help possibly in hope of spending time with mom alone but reality gave a different picture.I’d just opened my mouth to tell him to quit acting like he was seconds from chewing through the walls when the doorbell rang. Not once. Not twice. A steady, arrogant press, like the person outside, was daring Steel to open up.Steel swung the door open with the kind of hostility that could burn wallpaper off walls.And there he was. Boyce. My mother’s husband. The man I hated with every fiber of muscle I owned. He walked in like he owned the place, his designer suit sharp, his cologne obnoxiously st

KNOXThe phone buzzed on the edge of my desk. Catalina’s name lit up the screen, and for a second, I thought about ignoring it. Not because I didn’t want to hear her voice — hell, that was the only thing that kept me sane — but because I already knew how the conversation was gonna go and I was out of excuses and cover ups for her.I thumbed it open anyway. “Hey, angel.”Her sigh came through the line, sharp, irritated. “Don’t ‘hey, angel’ me. Are you coming home tonight or not?”I rubbed a hand over my face, leaning back in my chair. Files and half-empty coffee cups stared at me like reminders of my screwed priorities. “I can’t. Things are—”“Complicated,” she cut in. “Again. Always. You're slowly ruining intimacy in our marriage because we are never together anymore.”“Yeah.” My voice dropped, guilt creeping in. “I’m sorry, Cat. I swear I wanted to be there.”“You said that last week.”“I know.”“And the week before.”“I know.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I hate this as much as