Wild Hunger (The Phoenix Pack #7) Love Story
When he closed his arms carefully around her, his heat sank through her shirt and warmed her skin. The pressure of his undemanding embrace reached deep inside her, calming her and loosening knots she hadn’t known were there. Maybe she was better than okay.
He focused on folding his sandwich wrapper into a neat square. Are you asking if the car was a gift?She was pretty sure it was, and it infuriated her. Yes.
Siren Song (Blood Singer #2)
His brow wrinkled. How do you know that?She’s the client who won’t leave you alone. The memory of the woman kissing him flashed in her mind, and Stella’s hackles rose. Not only that, but he’d had sex with her—probably multiple times. She dug her nails into the glass surface of the table as her breathing went fast and bitter.He settled a hand on top of hers, and her heart rate eased. I don’t like getting those kinds of gifts. Please don’t, okay?
The Darkest Kiss (Lords of the Underworld #2)
Okay. But she couldn’t help feeling he kept the gift because he liked the woman who’d given it to him. Wasn’t that what you did when someone meant something to you? You kept the things they gave you?She wanted him to keep something from her. The fact that he wasn’t allowing her to give him anything made her feel almost desperate.
You’ve got your work cut out for you if you’re going to start getting jealous of my past clients, Stella, he said, his eyes level and his voice somber, like his escorting was a sad reality they had to accept.
Question after question piled on her tongue. If he didn’t like it, why did he do it? He was so talented with clothes. Why didn’t he make more of it instead of dry cleaning and altering it? What did he use his escorting money on? Did he have some secret addiction? Was he in danger?Watery-eyed and emotional for reasons she didn’t understand, Stella got up and shook Janie’s hand. I think everyone here is going to like you quite a bit.
Janie grinned, and Stella walked her to the next interview and wished her luck. When she returned to her office, she stared at the last, unfinished sentence in her letter of resignation: However, I must leave becauseWhy was she thinking of giving up her life’s calling?
The Good, the Bad, and the Undead (The Hollows #2)
Because of Michael. Because of a man.She swiped her nails through her hair, tearing strands from the tie. There was no point in working to snare a man who didn’t love her as she was. No one benefited from that, least of all her. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t honest. It wasn’t her.
This crusade to fix herself was ending right now. She wasn’t broken. She saw and interacted with the world in a different way, but that was her. She could change her actions, change her words, change her appearance, but she couldn’t change the root of herself. At her core, she would always be autistic. People called it a disorder, but it didn’t feel like one. To her, it was simply the way she was.She had to accept the fact that she and Michael simply didn’t fit. Sawing away at herself to force a match was pure foolishness. Quitting her job was pure foolishness, and she wasn’t going to do it. Setting her jaw, she closed the letter of resignation without saving it.
She gathered her things and prepared to leave early. She needed to get out of this ruined shirt and wash the perfume off. Her behavior of the past week disgusted her.Yes, she was lonely. Yes, she had a broken heart. But at least she had herself.
A soft ding sounded, alerting Michael that the front door of the shop had opened. He looked up from his sewing in time to see Janie explode into the workroom.He set his sewing aside. Hey, that’s great.