The haunted foster boy turned jaded owner of a whiskey distillery doesn't recognize me as the little girl he used to read to when he hires me. So I don't tell him.
Once in a while, after life gets you down, the universe throws you a bone. And if you’re really lucky, it comes in the form of a tattooed baby-wearing firefighter with piercing blue eyes and a heart o…
Tucker Mitchell was the one who got away. Not that he knew he’d plagued my dreams for the last decade. A run-in here, a run-in there, kept those fantasies alive and well. Or maybe it was the memory of…
I wear my emotions on my tattoo-covered sleeve, I say all the wrong things and I revel in pissing off a certain redhead far more than I should. In other words, I’m the last …
