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 …
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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. …
Sydney Carriere hummed as she walked up the aisle. This was her favorite time of day. She always hung around for a little while after the library closed, pottering around, tidying up a little, then she would walk up …
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