Margaret “Mags” McManus has been left a war widow in her early 20s. She is having an extremely difficult time adjusting and misses her husband Randy immensely. Mags has a very supportive group of people surrounding her and trying hard to get her out of her depression. Her in-laws who live very ...
My knees trembled as I felt his tip glide over my wetness. “You fucking tease,” I whispered, gripping the pillow a little tighter. Bo’s lips made contact with my shoulder blade, followed by a few quick nips. “We were interrupted last time. I want to...
Colt was looking over at me from his seat on his amp. I gripped the sticks a little tighter in my hands and shook myself from my zone-out. “Yeah. Sorry.” I still couldn’t get Fae off my damn mind. Maverick tossed a bottle of water over my toms befor...
It was relieving and heartbreaking that Cruz had taken the news about me leaving so well. I knew I would still tattoo on the road here and there, but I had really grown to love Vatican and all the guys I had begun to think of as family. “So how did it go?” Colt was sitting...
I must have dozed off for a bit because I woke up to Dozer’s wet nose nudging my arm insistently. I groggily rubbed my eyes, threw off the thin blanket that I usually cuddled with while I watched Teen Mom 2—my guilty pleasure—and patted Dozer’s egg-shaped head. The sun was setting over Central Pa...
Our latest publication had increased our subscribers by over thirty percent. Payton was, of course, beyond thrilled, and this morning meeting was how he decided to reward us. Once it was over, Fallon waved me over. Her eyes sparkled through her fake glasses. “What’s up?” I questioned, getting cl...