"It’s Friday morning, and Em has some quality time with her mother."
It was the quickest turnaround in history. It was a rare occasion when Matt had to go into the office on any day, let alone a Friday. And a Friday when Em was off school. He did get the obligatory...
"A return to Berlin brings no warmth... only fractures spreading beneath the surface."
The cold hit like a slap the moment we stepped off the plane. November in Berlin: gray sky pressing down like a lead blanket, the air thick with coal smoke and that particular dampness that seeps through wool and settles...
"Why sell cookies when you can auction forbidden fantasies"
Jennifer's fingers drummed against the laminated fundraiser spreadsheet, the numbers glaring back like an accusation. Across the folding table, two of her closest friends, Lindsay with her perpetually messy bun and Rachel who still dressed like she ran a corporate...
"Vanilla woman takes her chance to become a keyholder"
“Oh, they’re cute,” Emily whispered nervously, her hand brushing across the red lingerie. The woman behind the counter in the adult sex shop looked her customer up and down. Emily was forty-something and single, she deduced. Recently styled brown hair, white...
"He gave her complete freedom, as long as she came home that night and told him every detail"
It was snowing so calmly, so eerily, and the town looked so nice like that, covered in white. She had left for half an hour, and watching the snow fall in perfect silence made perfect sense to him now, alone...
"A lonely seventy-two-year-old rancher stops at a dusty Texas bar for a beer and walks away with a night of unexpected passion that reignites the fire he thought age had extinguished."
The gravel crunched under my tires like brittle bones as I eased my weathered Ford pickup into the lot of the Rusty Spur Bar and Grill—a squat building hunkered on the edge of a nameless Texas town where backroads twisted...
"Slavic bartender in need finds everything she has hoped for in a man, in the quiet silver haired lover."
In the dim glow of Bismarck's winter nights, where the snow clung to the streets like forgotten regrets, stood The Iron Horse—a rustic restaurant bar on the edge of town. It was the kind of place where locals gathered to...
"Submission stops flirting and settles in."
CHAPTER 17: THE SHAPE OF SUBMISSIONThe next morning, sunlight spilled through the loft’s tall windows in soft, unbroken sheets and caught on floating dust motes. The space was warm with the smell of fresh coffee and toast, and the morning...
"Mr. Carlson comes home to an unexpected visitor."
It is Friday, and after spending the entire day laboring in the sweltering summer heat, I was eager to refresh myself in my pool. Upon arriving home, I removed my sweat-drenched clothing, secured a towel around my waist, and took...
"He knows they shouldn't be doing this..."
It was just a typical Tuesday as Jack made his rounds through the kitchens, checking in deliveries, temperatures and expiration dates. The convention center was still quite new and though the restaurants were open for business, a lot of things...