SEDUCED AND BLACKMAILED
Southern Set Contemporary Romance with Mystery Elements
Completed at 96,000-words
He pressed one last time against her lips and pulled away. “We have to stop this. Not here.”
“Not here,” she echoed and rested her forehead to his.
Was that a promise for later? He wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot if he had his say about it. She unfolded her legs from under her and worked her feet in her strappy shoes. Was she teasing him on purpose by doing that so…teasingly?
He shook his head and bent for the trash that had fallen during that unbelievable, body burning kiss. A small purple flower grew next to the wad of paper. Without thought, he picked it and placed the little flower on her knee. She froze. Slightly bent with her finger still in her shoe as she stared at that damn purple flower he should have never picked.
He turned away and tossed the trash in the can. “Ready? We need to be on our way.”
Movement shuffled next to him and she was at his side. Her hand fell into his and the other carried that small little flower. She twirled it between her fingers and brought it to her nose. It was probably a weed. He shouldn’t have picked it. He was not a goofy flower picker. He was a call the florist at the last minute and let them sign the card kind of man. But the color had matched her eyes.
THE HEIR’S RETURN
Regency Historical
Completed at 98,000-words
She stopped and turned to her right, ready to make her case on why she needed to leave, but words failed her. She spun away. Heat flamed over her face. My goodness, but he was not dressed! He was not naked, but he was certainly not dressed. Breeches stuffed in Hessians and a white shirt opened down to his chest with the sleeves billowing at his arms was not dressed. Yesterday he had worn a coat and his shirt had been buttoned, but today he was most certainly not dressed, not for her viewing.
He wore clothes of a pirate, a smuggler. Even the way in which he carried himself, the stretch of his shoulders, the clacking of his boots scrapping lazily over the hard floor indicating he walked toward her was most certainly that of a highwayman. Or, she glanced and turned away at once at what she saw. A scoundrel. Most definitely a scoundrel. Oh, she was at the mercy of a scoundrel. It explained so much. He had the tailoring of a gentleman, the birthright and raising of one as well, she did not doubt that as it bled through his speech, but everything else of him was pure scoundrel. And she was trapped at his mercy.
WHITE LIES
Southern Set Contemporary Romance with Mystery Elements
Completed at 90,000-words
“Is that the only reason you think I’m here?”
One of her brows arched. “Why else would you be here?”
Now that stung. “There is the case.”
“Which is your excuse.”
That was the truth, but not for what she was thinking. “Maybe I just like you.”
“Which still leads us back to the bedroom.”
He took a big bite of mac and cheese. All right, he could agree with that since it was the normal course of things. “What if I just liked you as a friend?”
“So you don’t like me enough to sleep with me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Her head cocked to the side. “So you’re here because you do want to sleep with me.”
Surely he’d dug himself in this hole all the way to China by now. Watch your words, Jeffery had told him, she’ll twist them around and leave your head spinning. I’ve seen her do it a hundred times. But he wasn’t all those other people she’d wrapped around her little finger. “I don’t know if I like you enough to sleep with you yet.”