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After the Rain (Rain #1.5) Crouching Tiger, Forbidden Vampire (Love at Stake #16)

She threw a robe over her nightgown, put on her slippers, and ran into the hall. Miss Charming was there, still in her evening dress. Mrs. Hatchet seemed to have just woken up, and she ran bleary-eyed into Miss Gardenside’s room. Soon the group converged downstairs on the front steps. It did not appear Pembrook Park itself was in danger, but a fire truck was camped outside. The night sky nearby was mossy with smoke.

One of the many duties of a gentleman. Now I will leave you to your mysterious womanliness.He hadn’t killed her. Just a few moments before she’d been sure he was going to kill her. And she’d submitted her corset lacings to him without a plan of escape or attack. Because he was Eddie. And she was nice. Wow, that’s an eye-opener.

Divide & Conquer (Cut & Run #4)

Since she was still alive and breathing, she took a bath. There wasn’t a lock on her bathroom door either.She submerged her head under the warm water and saw again the car, sunken like a child’s toy in a goldfish bowl. If Mr. Wattlesbrook, inebriated on fine sherry, drove the wrong way in the dark till he found water gushing in the car windows, he would either drown in the car or flee. He certainly wouldn’t remove the keys and lock the doors.She dressed for dinner sans corset—since she only had the one and it was sopping—and hoped no one would notice. Would a drowned BMW be enough evidence to merit calling the police? Perhaps, but she still had no idea who’d done it, and that was the whole point of a whodunit, after all. Besides, she felt compelled to figure this out, exactly in the way she hadn’t figured out James. She needed a direction to point her finger, but rifling through everyone’s personal belongings to look for a bloodstained dagger might not be exactly Regency appropriate.

A Chill In The Blood (Vampire Files #7)

She came out of her room just as Miss Gardenside emerged from hers.Good evening, Charlotte, she said without a trace of worry.

Just how could Miss Gardenside immerse herself so completely in a different character? And what had happened to that dreadful consumption?

Charlotte smiled uneasily and hurried ahead, taking the stairs alone. Coming up was Mrs. Wattlesbrook. She barely acknowledged Charlotte. Her eyes were hooded, as if she hadn’t slept well for days. Gnawed by guilt? She recalled the glimmer of a smile on the woman’s face when Charlotte had claimed her fictional husband had died a painful and tragic death.I walked toward the bus, determined. My eyes were still dry and red from crying, but I’d cleaned myself up as much as I could in the dressing room mirror.

Jax didn’t want to open up, no matter what. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that for me, losing him was not an option. I wasn’t about to give up the best thing that had ever happened to me because of a few bad mood swings.That meant I’d have to tell him I was sorry for pushing too far. The words of the apology turned over in my head, forming as the bus door opened.

Forbidden Surrender (Forever #1)

I set my purse down as soon as I got inside and walked toward the bathroom for one last red-eye check. As I opened the bathroom door, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. My stomach churned with anxiety as I saw Jax’s boots at the top of the stairs. Shit. I wanted to talk to him alone, not out in the public areas of the bus."Oh," I said, trying to keep my cool as he stepped onto the first floor. "I was just coming up to—"

With a shake of his head, Jax let out a sad sigh. His eyes were stormy, unreadable, but he extended a hand toward mine. "Riley, we . . . we need to talk. Take a ride with me."My fingers turned to ice as his clasped around them. I didn’t know what he wanted, but I knew we need to talk never meant anything good. "Okay," I breathed, trying to keep myself from shaking. Had I pushed him over the edge? Was it already too late for us?

Wordlessly, Jax led me off the bus and got his motorcycle off the trailer. I followed behind him, in agony."I’m really sorry," I said as I watched him untie the bike. "I didn’t mean what I said before—what I said about not being able to be with you."

His eyes scanned over the bike once before he threw his leg over the seat. "I know." His voice was quiet, and he wouldn’t meet my eyes.I got on the bike behind him, feeling almost limp, exhausted. Jax tried to start the engine but it sputtered, stalling. After he gave it another kick it roared to life and we started on our way.

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