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His dad laughed. "You can help with wedding prep." Ben tried hard not to groan. His father's upcoming wedding was not his favorite topic. "I'll be there," he gritted out. His dad had asked him to be best man and he supposed he'd have to come up with some sort of toast. "Do you want a bachelor party?" Please don't want a bachelor party.

The chopper was closer now, and this was his chance. He got the signal mirror out and--Bang. Bang. Whiz. Bullets. Gunfire from across the clearing. Not directed at him, not yet, but he was about to be a sitting duck if he ran into the clearing to signal. Next to him, Maddox groaned. He wasn't going to make it if Ben didn't get to the chopper before it circled back. If Maddox made it, that was all that mattered.

Gael wasn't sure why the memory had chosen that moment to return, but his insides snagged hard as he recalled how he'd felt when he'd received the call from his driver about her visit to the attorney's office. The hour he'd paced until her return had felt like the blackest of his life. Which puzzled and disturbed the hell out of him.

Seven years ago he had taken her viginity, and though he'd been furious with her afterwards for not warning him, secretly he'd been flattered, his ego pumped by the fact she'd chosen him to be her first lover. In a primitive and yet deeply satisfying way he'd stamped his mark on her, and for the first time in his life he'd known the powerful pull of possessiveness.

She stifled a frustrated sigh. Why did people think growing up with money meant a life filled with sunshine and roses? That might have been the case for some of her friends, but for Helena it had been nothing more than a grand, sugar-coated illusion. An illusion her mother, the ever-dutiful society wife, still chose to hide behind. Leo lunged his powerful shoulders forward. 'This is business. Your father knows that.'

"Thanks for coming in to work, Hogan," Benny said when Hogan dropped the hood of his car into place. "Now that your dad's gone, you're the only guy I trust with my baby." Benny and Hogan's father had been friends since grade school. With what was left of Hogan's mother's family living solidly in the Midwest, Benny was the closest thing to an uncle Hogan had here in town.

Jack lifted her against the wall, pinning her in place with his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to rock her hips against his. Staring at him from beneath thick, dark lashes dotted with water, she whispered, "Make me yours again." How could he deny the lady.

'The snow is too severe for Jasper to drive,' Tomas announced as he walked into the kitchen in the morning. The knife clattered on the bench as Zara quickly put the bowl she was holding down. 'So he's not getting here today?' Her heart had been racing all morning--her whole system in a state of high anxiety, knowing the axe was about to fall. Knowing she should have said something sooner.

As a dutiful show queen I had long been aware that the great Ethel Merman was once married quite briefly to Marty Oscar-winner Ernest Borgnine. Never before meeting Ms. Powers had I paused to wonder if the union had produced issue. A burly woman somewhere north of forty, Sonia had Mom's big hair and brassy, cocksure manner, but her face owed more to Dad than was entirely fortunate.

Charles gently grabbed Jane's hand. "I'm so sorry for everything, Jane. I truly am. I have been distant, cold, a total fool. I'm an idiot. A complete and total idiot." "Charles..." Jane blushed slightly. "The entire semester in London, all I could think of was you. I couldn't wait to get back here and see you. And what do I do? I completely mess everything up. I know you have such a kind heart, Jane."

That voice-- My heart gave a little leap. "You are absolutely awful!" Who in the world was she talking to? Her voice was so harsh, and she sounded angry. "An evil girl like you has no right to see him!!" Kotobuki shouted with burning eyes, a large bandage stuck on her face. She was supporting herself on an aluminum cane fixed with a ring around her arm.

"I was jealous of the angel the whole time, and I said mean things about him, so--maybe that's why Yuka didn't say anything when she went off to be with him." As Kotobuki sobbed, it was like watching my old self. I had felt the same things Kotobuki was feeling. Thinking that someone I loved was growing distant. "I'm gonna be a writer. Tons of people are going to read my books."

Even after I'd gotten home yesterday, the only thing on my mind had been the image of Kotobuki's face as she was on the verge of breaking into tears. It had stumped me. It had been a shock that Kotobuki seemed to be hurt worst--even more than me--and she'd said that she hated me in front of all those people. I almost felt like I'd forced her to say that...

"That's something else I don't really understand," Farley admitted. "Exactly what a fag is." "A homosexual." "Oh, I know that, but I don't know what homosexuals are supposed to actually do. I mean, you hear the word all the time. But what does it mean except 'effeminate'?" Cornell was wryly amused at this ignorance, given Farley's looseness of morals; but Farley was normal enough.

Anna suppressed a smile as the two sisters set about one another in their own language, waiting for them to finish before speaking again. 'the answer to your question is yes--I do think him handsome.' The sisters exchanged an excited glance.

She propped herself up on her elbow and gazed down into his face. He was so gorgeous that it boggled the mind sometimes, even more so at this moment, when he'd given her a glimpse of how deep the waters running through him really were. Would she ever fully know those depths? If she were to live in this instant for all eternity, she wanted nothing more than to drown in them, sink to the bottom and never come up.

"Hey! How goes the book tour? As glamorous as they say?" "Sure." Jack laughed. "If your idea of glamor is drinking coffee in a highway hotel while your fiancee's half a country away planning your wedding. Got your voice mail. I thought you were in a forest this weekend?" Luke watched as Nicky left the beach and strode up to greet them.

His blood seemed to roar through him, making him hard and focused and needy in a way he didn't quite understand. He was not a man who needed. A good king does not need the things a man does, his mother had always told him. The memory set Reza's teeth on edge. He was a king who had all that he needed, thank you. He'd never felt anything like this in his life.

"I've thought about you and us and the inevitability of it all. We're too different, yet the attraction is undeniable." Landry took a step back at that point, nodding her head as she considered her words. "You're right again, Kristian. You're a prince and I'm just an American entrepreneur. Those differences are huge and yes, they too are undeniable."

His father had been the one constantly drilling into Kris's head the importance of his job and his duty. Kris would rule this island and continue what his grandfather and father had built before him. He would not fail. He could not fail. Just as he could not bring himself to kiss the sexy American last night.

Hilda's rush down the hallway was slowed some by the food clattering on the tray, but she was still a good distance ahead. And she was quicker than Ivy would have given her credit for. Hilda made it to the door. While balancing the tray on one hand, she dug into the pocket of her stark black dress and retrieved a key. With a backward glare, she slipped inside. Ivy heard the lock slip into place.

He slanted a smile in her direction and then, without breaking eye contact, leaned down and kissed the top of Marie's head. "Sunny has some coffee going and she's making breakfast, if you're interested." "Coffee would be good." It would be great. She needed something to help her make sense of this world she found herself in. She felt a little like Alice having stumbled through the looking glass.

He owned a home in Korea. In her internet searches, she hadn't turned up anything that even hinted at that.It just reminded her once again that he knew practically everything about her--including her jeans size--and she knew practically nothing about him.

No, Daniel wouldn't hear from Christine when she became news. but when her daughter became news? That was when she would either call him or disappear. He figured he had a week before Clarence Murray announced his candidacy for the open US Senate seat in Missouri. If only his grandfather could see him now. Lee Dae-Won wouldn't contain his disappointment at Daniel's choices--yet again.

So what was she supposed to do now? Keep hoping this semi-involuntary Christmas vacation would go on forever? That was no answer and she knew it. Besides, she had a job to do--a job she loved. At least, she had loved it. Hadn't she? What if she hadn't loved her job? What if she actually hated it? What if putting herself on display and hoping to get noticed had secretly made her sick?

If he were smart, he'd get his mug back and sit on the floor. He'd maintain a modicum of distance between them. But he must not be as smart as he thought he was because instead, he sat down next to her and put his arm around her, drawing her close. She gave him his mug and rested her head on his shoulder. In a comfortable silence, they sipped their cocoa and watched the flames dance.

There are lots of grayish swells and dips, like the moon. [The clubhouse is still there, roped off and collapsing.] Dad stands in a shallow hole and grins at me. ["I remember this trap," he says.] ["You used to play here?" I ask.] ["Sure. all doctors play golf."] Dad doesn't have time for friends. ["You're the only friends I need," he'll say. Meaning us.] [I remember riding the cart between purple flower beds.]

It swept through them both, that disorienting power and heat, the wash of energy that momentarily locked their bodies together in its burn. The third-marking bound his soul to her. She could dive as deeply into him as she wished, owning every part of him, every molecule of blood, every muscle, every thought, every wish, every feeling. It required, no, demanded a level of trust unknown in any world.

Another night, close to the 3 a.m. hour, Alanna was bringing Evan some wine at the gazebo when her eye was caught by people on the dock. Mel, Nerida and Miah had been swimming, a unique thing to see because vampires had no buoyancy. However, all three were still wet, their dark hair sleek and dripping. Mel was stretched out on her back, her head in Miah's lap. The woman was pointing out something in the stars.

Another night, close to the 3 a.m. hour, Alanna was bringing Evan some wine at the gazebo when her eye was caught by people on the dock. Mel, Nerida and Miah had been swimming, a unique thing to see because vampires had no buoyancy. However, all three were still wet, their dark hair sleek and dripping. Mel was stretched out on her back, her head in Miah's lap. The woman was pointing out something in the stars.