Jake Fitzgerald wasn’t even in the room when his carefully contained life was smashed right out of the park. It rocketed over the field, his pulse zooming as he followed his manager down the stairs from the dugout in the top of the ninth. Their footsteps echoed dully in the dank tunnel leading to…
“It’s my birthday,” Efrosin sang, bobbing in the air near the ceiling of his bedroom, as was his wont. He was wearing his usual silk pajamas, and Geoffry felt a prick of concern regarding his chances of convincing his charge to change into more appropriate finery. “Indeed it is, Your Highness. Many happy returns…
“What is that stench?” Jack skidded to a halt outside the cottage, swiping his arm across his sweaty forehead, his hair damp beneath his cap. He’d recognize Adair’s deep, smooth voice anywhere. The knife of humiliation paired with desire cleaved him. His cheeks burned, and he wondered if he could retreat without being seen….
“Do I look okay?” As Isaac glanced at Aaron, he stepped in a pile of slush that soaked straight through his sneaker. It was the end of April, but the vestiges of winter still clung to northern Minnesota, and melting snowbanks dotted the hospital parking lot. Aaron stopped and smoothed a hand down his…
The world was waking. A bird chirping beyond the window was the only familiar sound David could pick out amid the hum of engines and the distant tolling of a bell. His stomach fluttered as he opened his eyes and realized it was still true—Isaac was with him in the plush guest bed in…
1942 Bellowing black smoke in its wake, the train swayed as it crossed the Rappahannock River, the boisterous singing and chatter of the men inside muffling the creaking wood of the ancient cars. As Cal stumbled, a strong hand on his arm steadied him, and he smiled down at the man before flopping into…
“How nice of you to join us!” As Misha pivoted in a crouch, spinning Kisa around in a death spiral, he craned his neck, trying to glimpse the rink entrance. The voice of the tour choreographer, Alice Jenkins, rang out again. “You Americans, always fashionably late.” Misha spotted a flash of Dev’s bright smile…
1839 Tiptoeing into the large stable, Colin winced as the door closed behind him with a loud whine from the hinges. He’d have to remember to tell one of the servants to tend to it. He’d do it himself but had absolutely no idea where he’d obtain the oil. Cautiously, he crept farther into…
As his father’s booming laugh echoed off the marble archways, Sebastian took another gulp of champagne. It fizzed pleasantly in his throat, and he beckoned a waiter, plucking his fourth glass from the man’s tray. Another server appeared as if out of thin air. “Arancini?” Sebastian waved off the offer of deep-fried cheese-and-rice balls…
As he rounded the staircase, Lucas McKenzie could already hear the pounding bass emanating from above. He cringed, knowing without a doubt it was coming from his room. Well, Sam Kramer’s room. It was also technically Lucas’s room, but Sam didn’t let that stop him from doing exactly what he wanted to do, when…
