Jay Windbreaker Novels & Stories

A card was inside, so she opened it after setting the bag on the kitchen table. “Congrats on your first day. Sorry I have been a little out of sorts lately, Jarod.” Josey felt excited suddenly and opened the shopping bag. It was a new winter coat, the same color as the suit jacket Agatha had given her as a gift, except it was thick and sherpa lined with a hood and button closures. “Oh, wow,” she said, looking the jacket over. She tried it on, and it felt nice. It fit her well also. Then, suddenly feeling bad for doubting Jarod’s intentions, she pulled out her cell phone to call him.

He should be checking the later flight schedules right now, not enjoying a friendly brunch with her. Memories of her sweet mouth roaming over him, her green eyes burning with desire as she slowly stripped his clothes from him, and her nipples budding against his lips washed over him and guilt twisted his gut. Wyatt felt anything but friendly toward her. He ran the cold glass down his throat, then lowered the zipper on his windbreaker. In spite of the afternoon heat, he didn’t dare remove the light jacket. It hid the huge tent in his trunks. At least he’d had a chance to shop yesterday. He’d be most uncomfortable in his slacks in this state.

Then he threw everything into the trash. Winter felt a little embarrassed. “Thank you.” Sean gave a faint hum and left the building. A little while later, William came out. He had changed into a blue tracksuit, looking every bit like a bright, athletic college student. “Sean left?” “He just left.” Winter touched the back of his hand and found it a little cold. “Do you need a heat patch?” His tracksuit was too thin. If he went out to the ski resort dressed like that for photos, he would definitely catch a cold.

The wind was blowing hard on Tuesday morning, the morning temperature was quite cold. The sky was not clear, gray clouds filled most of the blue sky like thick dust covering the television screen. The morning was a bit cloudy. Evie had been preparing since dawn, she stuffed what she needed into her backpack. Notebook, stationery, small towels, spare clothes, and some headache medicine. The headache medicine is just a backup. When tired, sometimes a headache whack. As usual she made time for breakfast with Olivia and her mother, the table made of thick glass was crowded with large plates of toast and bowls of cereal.

Freya was unwilling to accept that, but she had no opportunity to expose him. After all, the Hough family was at the height of its power, and no one wanted to offend Jason. Finally, after a long wait, Freya had found the right person and the right opportunity. "This thumb drive contains all of Jason’s criminal evidence from over the years. On the wedding day, most of the business elite and media reporters will be in attendance. "As long as you play the contents of this drive publicly during the wedding, he will definitely go to prison. Don’t worry. Someone will be assigned to ensure your safety. The moment you start the broadcast, I will have the police storm in and arrest him immediately.

I couldn't help shivering in fear. Although this person is my mate, he's still strict, and I have the feeling that he'll be stricter in the future. Gosh! This man! Wyatt strode toward me while holding underwear, an off-white knitted sweater, a black high-waisted flare pant, and a puffy black coat. "Then let me use today to read…" Upon seeing the clothes in Wyatt's hand, I paused and eyed them in bewilderment. There is no doubt that Wyatt has a wonderful fashion aesthetic, but... "It can't be that you plan to make me wear winter clothes during the summer? Especially when the city is hot like this." I eyed Wyatt and the clothes in his hand intently.

"What do you think of this outfit?" Maya looked up from what she was doing to examine Jason, she lifted a brow at the hot pink flare pants and white crop top that he was donning. He'd paired it with a white and black scarf tied fashionably around his neck and a cowboy on his messy blonde hair. "And where exactly are you heading to?" She returned to the shots she was currently taking of the lasagna she'd just made. "The queer cowboy's convention?"

"I think you could contact her first, maybe Mrs. Jane can spare some time. I believe Mrs. Jane won't keep you waiting long just to meet." "Is that so?" Maria nods immediately. "My last meeting with Jane somewhat makes me believe that I'm just bothering her now." *** The air in Yazeran is much hotter and drier than in NewCastle. The choice of a soft cotton trench coat that can provide comfort and coolness when touching the skin is the best option. Also, a head cover with a pearl clip is what Jane chooses as an accessory. Before stepping out of the hotel to the photoshoot location, she doesn't forget to apply sunscreen generously around her arms and legs. And her face, of course.

REID POV “Remind me again why we’re outside in the snow?” Taryn asks, her arms crossed against the wind, her body bundled up in a dark green down coat, a tan satin lined beanie with flecks of color — like little sprinkles on a cupcake — atop her head to protect her braids. “Because it’s Winter Wonderland Day,” I reply. And because I need you out of the guest suite while hospitality sets up everything for the rest of our day.

as a legitimate unit of measurement. “It’s a classic tourist spot for lovers earlier in the year when it's much cooler,” Winifred replies, aggressively fanning herself with a random magazine she'd gotten somewhere. She glares at me like she’s personally offended by my fashion choice. “I agree with Yemaya, boss, that shirt is a bad idea. You’ll have a heat stroke before you even get there.” She says, dressed only in a tank top herself.