“And this is the library,” Mrs. Simcosky said, leading Beth into a generous room with a fire flickering in a river rock fireplace. “Or, as Mason liked to call it, my love den.” She drifted to one of the floor… — Trish McCallan Copy Share Image
“For a moment she was convinced she was still dreaming. That she’d fallen asleep while reading one of JR Ward’s Brotherhood of The Black… — Trish McCallan Copy Share Image
“And this is the library,” Mrs. Simcosky said, leading Beth into a generous room with a fire flickering in a river rock fireplace. “Or,… — Trish McCallan Copy Share Image
“But when you needed him to suspend that suspicion, it was like trying to convince a hungry lion not to take down and injured… — Trish McCallan Copy Share Image
