The Dragon's Dagger (Spearwielder's Tale #2) Emerald Green (The Ruby Red Trilogy #3)
Our New York branch was a mess, and I did need a personal assistant to sort it out. Sadly for Help, she was going to get dumped right after I was done with her. I couldn’t let her work for Dean.
I almost scoffed. Sleep. That was the last thing on my mind. Even though my body was exhausted, I doubted I would even be able to get a wink of sleep tonight.Still, since Joseph was turning in, I did too. He showed me to one of the spare bedrooms in his apartment, then left me alone and returned to his own room.
Dark Skye (Immortals After Dark #14)
I looked around the spacious bedroom and flopped down on the bed. It was one of the most comfortable beds I’d ever lain on. Here in The Oasis, everything exuded luxury. The floors, the bed linen, the lighting… and yet I couldn’t enjoy any of it.I was beginning to feel uncomfortably cold again, my bones starting to ache. I slid beneath the blanket and curled up into a fetal position, closing my eyes tight and praying for my sister.I tossed and turned, trying to find some relief in sleep, but I might as well have prayed for a miracle.
Blood Royal (Blood Destiny #5)
I was still trying to fall asleep well into the early hours of the morning.It must’ve been about 2am when a strange noise broke through my thoughts. I sat up in bed, holding my breath as I strained to listen.
It sounded like a machine giving off an odd grinding noise. And it was coming from one of the levels below. I wondered what on earth it was. I got out of bed and padded over to the door. Opening it, I walked down the corridor and approached the front door, then placed my ear against the wood.
Yes. It sounded like someone was grinding something. And it was loud, at least to my sensitive ears.She rolled off of the mattress and stood up, moving toward me. How’d the job hunting go? She rubbed my back in circles and started massaging my shoulders.
I sighed, dropping my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. So good. I couldn’t wait to jump into our double futon and watch TV under the blankets with my sister.Temp agencies are swamped, and no one is hiring for retail this close to Christmas. Those jobs are already gone. On the bright side, heroin chic is making a comeback, so at least we’ll have that going for us. I blew out air. I guess what I’m trying to say is, money’s gonna be extra tight this month.
A Drop of the Hard Stuff (Matthew Scudder #17)
Everything went quiet, and all I heard were her labored breaths. She slapped a hand over her mouth and winced. Oh, fuck.Yup. Rosie was no Southern belle.
Can we survive December? I’m sure I’ll get back on my feet soon. By January, we’ll both be working.By January, we’ll most likely be homeless, I muttered, placing a pot on the stovetop and stirring the broth. I wished I had something to add to it. Vegetables, chicken, anything to make her feel better. To make her feel home.
We’ll take everything you just bought back and get a refund. I don’t need my meds. I feel so much better.My heart shattered in my chest. Because she did need them. She needed them bad. Her antibiotics prevented lung and sinus infections, and her inhalers opened her airway. Not only did my sister need her medications, she literally couldn’t breathe without them.
I threw away the receipt, I lied. Besides, I can always get them to raise the limit on my credit card. Another lie. No one in their right mind was going to give me more credit. I was already neck-deep in debt.No, she interrupted again, spinning me around to face her. She gripped my hands. Hers were so cold I wanted to cry. I must’ve flinched, because Rosie withdrew them quickly. It’s bad circulation. I’m feeling really well, I swear. Listen to me, Millie. You’ve done enough for me. Made too many sacrifices along the way. Maybe it’s time for me to go live with Mama and Daddy.