I seldom pick up a book labeled “Erotic Romance”, simply because I find lengthy, anatomically correct descriptions of the sex act boring, but this book fell into my hands. I still found the endless sexually explicit pages dull, but I found I could skip over them and the story still held my attent...
Had she lost her mind? “You can’t mean that.” “Maybe it’s too much for us. We can’t handle it. All this responsibility and worry . . . We’re not even thirty, Wade.” “But you love the ranch. Don’t you, Miriam?” “I don’t know.” Expression troubled, she said, “I did, but Wade, it’s too much for us.”...
(Publishers Weekly). She is published by Berkley (Penguin) Heat and Kensington’s Zebra, Brava, and Aphrodisia lines. Her books have won the HOLT Medallion, the Booksellers Best Award, the Book Buyers Best, the Aspen Gold, the Golden Quill, the More Than Magic, the Lories, the Beacon, and the Laur...
Sadly, Jamal wasn’t there to keep her in bed for some early morning lovemaking. Though he’d originally planned to ride his bike up on Friday evening, the way he’d done last week, he had phoned on Thursday saying something had come up and he wasn’t sure when he could come. Then yesterday he’d phon...
In less than a month it would be Christmas. And what a special one it would be, with Eric in her life. Ahead of them, Jayden chattered to his grandmother, yet Lark noted that he also paid careful attention to Pookie. No lead rein; no side walkers. Her son was turning into an excellent horseman. H...
She turned on the coffeemaker and waited impatiently, needing that hit of caffeine after a night spent rehashing her evening at the Wild Rose. She’d been doing okay, hanging out in the pub. At times she’d felt overwhelmed, but she’d followed Ben’s advice and tried to think in terms of one step at...
The Wild Rose parking lot was illuminated only by security lights, but there was enough light to see that the tense line of his jaw had relaxed. She lowered the window on the passenger side. The nights had warmed up since she’d arrived in Caribou Crossing, but the air still had a refreshing touch...
“Fantastic meal, as usual,” Sarah said. “You did a good part of it, honey. I’m grateful you could come over for the day.” Sarah gave her a hug. “It’s not like I had anything else to do.” “Have you found yourself missing Barry a lot over the holidays?” her mother asked. “It is your first Christmas...
And yet there was Caruso to deal with. Glancing at the dog, who sat in the back looking out, he saw that the animal’s coat was dry. Outside, it was still snowing, quite heavily now. “I’d hate to see Caruso go running off in the snow.” “Oh no, he shouldn’t be out in this,” Maribeth agreed. “Do you...