When Molly meets her intimidating new boss, Beatrice, she’s judged by her last name and fancy connections—not her talent. But Molly’s no pushover. She loves her job with the Washington Wolves and won’t let anyone doubt her. A powerful project with Amazon lands in her lap, and now, she must prove she’s more than just a pretty face.
Me: I have two more days here. I’d like to have a rough outline of my project done before I leave, but someone keeps distracting me. Jude: Ah, yes. What a prat. Don’t worry, I need to go kick a ball for three hours anyway. Me: Someone punishing you? Jude: That mouth of yours, American…
He whistled. “Best get moving then. It’ll be busy first thing in the morning.” Holding up the cup, I smiled. “Thanks again.” For the coffee. And not treating me like I’d done the walk of shame through an actual bar when, in fact, that was exactly what I’d done. What a strange turn of events,…
I rolled my eyes. “Bloody Carl,” I muttered, standing to tug my trousers back up over my legs. “You can come in.” Lewis shoved the door open, and I glared. He laid a hand on his chest. “I’m gutted.” “Are you?” “Imagine my surprise when I come in this morning, and Carl informs me that…
Lia’s hands slowed, and it took a moment for her to look up. Her eyes studied my face intently. “Only if you want,” I said quietly. “Or I can get one for you and be right back down. There’s a toilet downstairs where you could change if you’d rather.” She set down the towel and…
“I wanted a bed like that when I was younger.” The comforter was basic blue and white stripes and adorned by a simple white pillow. But the frame, an ornate white and gold metal, was straight out of my ten-year-old fantasy. “And your parents didn’t oblige? The horror,” he teased. I sighed. It didn’t feel…
The clean shirt fell to the floor, and he tugged my bra strap off my shoulder, sucking kisses covering the hot skin he found underneath the black lace. I writhed against the wall, trying, trying, trying to scramble higher, get closer, touch more of him. His kisses were dirty, his tongue alone making me see…
“Be careful on the train home, okay? Make sure to head back before it’s dark.” I smiled. Claire was so Claire, she couldn’t even help herself. “Okay, Mom.” “Love you.” “Love you back.” She hung up first, and for a few minutes, I laid on the grass and stared up at the slowly darkening sky.…
Oh boy, Mr. Hot Voice and Muscley Forearms didn’t want to go down that road. Not like he could know the brother who raised me was a Super Bowl winning football player, now one of the best defensive coaches in the league. If he wanted to talk football, I’d run his ass into the ground…
The past few weeks, the pressure of being me—Jude McAllister, who was carrying his team on his slowly aging back and trying desperately to keep them out of mediocrity, who was trying to keep his younger brother from meddling in his life, who was making sure his family knew how wrong they’d been about him—was…
It wouldn’t benefit the current conversation to remind my husband that Logan raised me and my three sisters and their son Emmett, and Cooper was not their first grandchild. Babysitting our two-month-old was not any sort of challenge for them. None of that mattered, though. Bauer—with his giant heart and his fierce protective streak—was having…