Something tickled her cheek. Amelia swatted at it and rolled over in bed. She didn’t want to wake up yet, not when she and Logan were about to rip each other’s clothes off. Dreams were so amazing. Pretty much the …
Week 114 – Was Logan playing her game? Afterall he is a cop Read More »
Her new neighbour was hot. Like melt your panties hot. Piercing ice blue eyes, dimples, a smile that made her go all gooey inside, messy black hair that every time she saw it she wanted to curl her fingers into …
Dante was standing on her doorstep. This was what she wanted, right? It was certainly what she had dreamed about last night. Actually she had dreamed that he did a whole lot more than turn up on her doorstep. Her …
Week 112 – I . . . I can’t because I just can’t . . . Read More »
My head is spinning. That was Dante’s first thought. His second was that he needed his gun. Without moving he did a mental assessment checking to see if his weapon was still on him. It wasn’t. Whoever had knocked him …
“We got another one.” “Yay, yay, yay,” Detective Dante Delamarre dry panned. This was not how he wanted to start his day. “That makes five now,” his partner said. “Is that why you’re here? To state the obvious?” he snapped. …
