“I’m so sorry.” My sister finishes packing the last of Dalton’s things, and I take the bag from her. “I’m sorry too, but he’s gotta grow up at some point. Maybe this is what it’s going to take.” I called my sister this morning after dropping off Rosie, and she got on the first plane out. It starte
“Thank god you’re here,” she says, burying her face in my neck. “You bitch, I warned you. I’m going to tell everyone you two are fucking,” Dalton groans, and he still can’t stand up straight. “Did you knee him in the balls?” Rosie looks up at me and bites her bottom lip, nodding. “Good girl.” I ki
“Oh crap,” I breathe against Siegfried’s mouth. This is not how I wanted to tell my sister about this. “Rosie?” My sister says my name again, and I slowly turn to see her standing in the doorway to my bedroom. I never thought I’d be caught with a boy in my room. Though Siegfried is far from a boy.
“See, nothing to worry about.” Siegfried kisses the top of my head. “This still feels crazy.” I stare up into his eyes. “Crazy in love. Now pack a bag.” Siegfried turns serious before smacking my ass. “I’m still on edge, and you’re going to help me work that off.” My whole body lights up with exc
Six years later… “Come here, little flower.” Rosie pokes her head into the bedroom, and then her eyes light up. She closes the door behind her and then hurries over to where I’m sitting. “Are the twins asleep?” I nod as I reach for her leg and pull her to stand beside my chair. “I read them a be
Down-on-her-luck Felicity Hopkins has hit a dead end. Her parents pass away before she barely crosses eighteen, leaving behind for her a mountain of debt that enslaves her to a sleazy ‘gentlemen's club’ owner, Dante. He's ruthless, and insists she strips and dances everyday to pay up her debt. Felic
I was careful about who I let into my inner circle. Trust and loyalty meant everything in my game. And beyond that, I was even stricter about who I let into my heart. I didn't have any interest for "something casual" or "an arrangement." I wanted something more. And when I stared at her, the unden
She was driving me crazy. It was like a game we were playing — a tennis match going back and forth. Her intrigue and sexuality had me starving for her, lusting in a way I'd never known possible, and I felt myself starting to lose control. "Tough guy," she replied as she continued to examine me. "S