Maisie didn’t hesitate. Shoving off the bed she ran for the door, heading for the room where Match had told her Milo was. As she threw open the door to see her sweet little boy playing happily with trains and …
Week 315 – If I cut your ties, will you behave?
Pure determination filled the green eyes that glowered up at him. One of the things Match had always loved the most about Maisie was her compliance, her willingness to please, to do whatever he told her. But this new Maisie …
Week 314 – What happened to you?
“What happened to you?” Maisie demanded, if Match thought she was the same sweet, timid, eager to please girl she’d been when he knew her he was sorely mistaken . This Maisie had had enough of people walking out on …
Week 313 – She woke scared and confused
Match couldn’t take his eyes off the woman lying unconscious and tied to his bed. His woman. Maisie. Strawberry blonde hair that reached all the way down her back, huge long lashed green eyes, a sprinkling of freckles across her …
Week 312 – She yawned and rubbed her eyes tiredly. Raising a son on your own was exhausting.
Maisie ushered her energetic little ball of energy towards where she’d parked the car. Milo might only be four years old but he seemed to need less sleep than she did. “Mama, can we get pizza for dinner?” he asked …