He should probably stop her, Quinn thought as he lay there, watching Dylan as she tried to break into his room, but…
He was curious to see where this was going.
His gaze flickered to the alarm clock on his nightstand and absently noted that it was a little after five in the morning before he looked back to find the small woman, who clearly had no fucking clue what… Read More
“What’s this?” Haley asked, pushing her glasses back up her nose as she glanced down at the text that he’d been forced to send her and-
“You want a divorce?” Haley asked, glancing up to meet his gaze, but since he was no longer speaking with her, Jason pointedly rolled onto his side, angrily shifted, and texted, “Yes.”
Part I of the Pyte Chronicles are coming April 6th...
Dear Reader,
We are going to try something a bit different...
I asked the Facebook ladies if they wanted a paranormal Chronicle and they decided that yes, they damn well wanted a paranormal Chronicle. That led to finding out exactly what they wanted and the majority vote was for a Pyte Chronicle.
So, now we are left with creating our Pyte story.
This is where I am going to need… Read More
The content in this Chronicle is intended for adults, 18 years and older.
“How long have you known?” Cayley asked as Bryce leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
“What gave me away?” Bryce asked instead as he placed his hand over her flat belly and gently rubbed it through the thick cotton towel.
“This,” Cayley said as she placed her hand… Read More
Warning:
Adult Content. For Adults 18 years and older.
“How long have you known?” Cayley asked only to feel Bryce go still behind her.
“Known what?” he drawled, pressing a kiss against the top of her head as he gently caressed her belly in… Read More
“What the hell is wrong with you?” came the outraged demand, followed by a curse and a pained grunt that had Bryce sighing heavily as he closed the door behind him.
That was followed by several muffled pained grunts, the little bastard muttering, “Evil little leprechaun!” and another, “What the hell is wrong with… Read More
“What are you doing?” Sean asked, dropping down on the couch and leaving her with no choice but to pull her legs back to make room for the inconsiderate bastard.
“Cursing you to hell and back,” Cayley managed to get out before she was forced to turn her head and bury her face against the throw pillow that she currently had a death… Read More