How did one man possess that many muscles? As the cleric expounded from the stone temple’s center dais under a cloudless sky, Jem’s gaze returned time and again to the wild strangers across the square courtyard. He’d never attended a spring summit, though he’d heard breathless tales two years before of the Northern barbarians…
Flat on his back—and not the way he wanted—Jeremy couldn’t breathe. I’m going to die a virgin. The campus pathway’s icy concrete was brutally unforgiving. Freezing-rain pellets peppered Jeremy’s face like Mother Nature opening fire with a machine gun. Falling had completely knocked the wind out of him, and he blinked up at the…
When the phone rang again, Logan allowed himself a flicker of hope before snuffing it out. No, it wasn’t the warehouse manager calling back to say he had the job after all. No Christmas miracle was coming. He stared at the screen, dread sinking through him. It was Rencliffe Academy, which meant his balls…
The Hemsworths apparently had another brother, and he was a lifeguard at Barking Beach. The guy’s name actually happened to be Liam, but Cody Grant thought he resembled Chris—thirties, six-three and muscular, with short, tousled, sandy-blond hair. His beard was a bit more than scruff but not too thick, and his eyes were deep…
As the young woman took a step onto the almost-empty A train and asked Ethan what was probably a simple question, his heart skipped, stomach instantly knotting. He answered, “I’m sorry, what?” Her eyebrows drew close, and she repeated herself, but she was turning her head as she spoke, looking up above the subway…
1710 If pirates were to be the bloody, savage end of Nathaniel Bainbridge, he wished they’d get on with it. The windswept deck was damp beneath his bare feet, prompting thoughts of the dewy grass of home. What he wouldn’t give for the freedom to run across the fields of Hollington Estate, wind rushing…
Montreal – 1793 As another bead of sweat dripped into his eye, Simon Cavendish swiped his forehead impatiently with his sleeve. “I’d heard it was cold in Canada.” He’d had quite enough humidity in India. The man behind the desk tried to hide his amusement. “It’s still summer, Monsieur Cavendish. But do not worry, winter…
If Pavarotti can hit that high note, I’m going to land my goddamn quad. The powerful surge of violins echoes in the frosty arena as I thrust out my arms dramatically, “Nessun Dorma” from the opera Turandot building to its first crescendo, my left leg stroking the ice powerfully as back crossovers take me…
“It’s perfect.” They stood at the end of a little no-exit suburban street that backed up to a narrow stretch of land running along the railway tracks. Isaac’s heart thumped. David was right—it was perfect. “The garage would be just the right size,” David added. “It would. It’s almost as big as the house.”…
“Nunavutmut tunngasugitsi!” Gravel and a thin layer of snow crunched under Jack’s boots, and he cursed himself as he stepped onto the runway at the Arctic Bay Airport. He’d completely blanked on learning the basics of Inuktitut. He’d been told most people in Nunavut spoke English as well, but he’d always found a few…
