I came home tonight to a flooded house with standing water throughout. Until I can get everything squared away, all story updates are on hold. I think it should just be a week’s delay – I hope! – but I suggest you sign up for the email feed to ensure you know when posting resumes.

Thanks for your patience.

Jen

Monday, March 22

Jackson glanced at the clock on his desk and realized it was finally late enough to call the Collin County prosecutor’s office.  He grabbed his cell phone and went into one of the conference rooms, pulling the door closed behind him.  Even though there was a phone on his desk, it was too out in the open and he didn’t want Dinsley to walk by and find out that he was going outside the Bureau to find out about him and the case.

“Good morning, Jenna Monroe’s office,” Trista said once she answered the phone. Read more »

I looked at the men in shock.  Not only was Chill not surprised to see Parker, but they went way back. That was information I should have gotten long before this moment.  I didn’t fully understand what was going on yet, so I remained quiet and sized up Chill.

No matter how many times I saw Chill, his appearance was always startling to me.  Read more »

“It’s been too long.” Impatient fingers trailed up her thigh under her skirt, while hot breath set the skin of her neck on fire.

Sara scowled at him and pushed his hands off her leg. “I know, but not now. Not here, Michael.” She shoved against his chest to put space between them to no avail. He wouldn’t budge.

With a sigh, Michael Read more »

I looked out the window of Parker’s car as he pulled into the parking lot. “Blaine’s Rain?  I thought this was important.  I’m really not a fan of clubs.”

“We have someone to meet.” He cut the engine and grinned over at me…again. Seriously, what was his deal? He’d done that at least a dozen times since I’d walked out of my bedroom in a short black skirt and electric green halter-top that didn’t quite hit my waist.

He could grin all he wanted, but Read more »

Sunday, March 21

“Wow.” I tossed the paperback book near my feet on the couch.  “How do people come up with that stuff?”

I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock.  Nearly ten-thirty.  True to his word, the weekend had indeed been mine.  It struck me as odd that I didn’t know what to do with the spare time.  Not long ago I worked completely alone and never minded the endless hours stretched out before me, but now that I had a real plan, and someone who had a connection to Raptor, it annoyed me to spend a single minute on anything else. Read more »

Sara watched the look of momentary truce fly between Michael, Veronica and Lincoln before Lincoln said, “It doesn’t matter.” Then the truce died. “What matters is that you tried to have sex with my girlfriend!”

“We were drunk. It doesn’t count.” He met Sara’s gaze for a split second and quickly averted his eyes. “Besides, we didn’t actually sleep together and you weren’t together at the time. For once, Nika’s right. You’re both making a big deal about nothing. I was only trying to help by mentioning it in the first place.” Read more »

“Did they ever prove if the agent was on the take?”

Jenna shook her head and started gathering the dinner plates from the coffee table. “They turned over the information to your office, but you know how you guys handle everything internally. No one on my side ever heard what happened one way or the other.”

This new information cast more suspicion on his partner. Dinsley’s behavior was already suspect before this, but if he were on the take… Read more »

Rushing out of the restaurant the way I did was a mistake; one I didn’t realize until I was already home. Saying I wasn’t hungry was a total lie, but I couldn’t handle being out in public. As it was, I barely made it into my car before the hot tears burned through my eyes and slid down my face.

Now I was just pissed off. Read more »

Ignoring the lingering drowsiness spreading through her satisfied limbs, Sara forced herself to dress quickly. This whole thing was ridiculous. No one ever liked being snowed in, but her friends had planned to stay the entire weekend anyway. With the exception of Jane – whose annoyance she understood – the rest of them had no reason to be melting down like this was the last civilization on Earth.

What was wrong with everyone? They’d been there for one night, not two years. Read more »

“Caldwell,” Jackson said into his cell phone.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you Bureau guys answer your phones,” Jenna replied.  Without waiting for a response, she continued, “I think I have something you might be interested in, Jackson.”

He could think of many things Jenna had that he wanted, but he didn’t figure she would appreciate his saying so.  Read more »

The time at the florist was unbelievably boring for Parker.  After an hour and a half of waiting on a stool in between displays of roses and carnations, he was beginning to think he should meet up with her once she was done here.  This was about flowers for a gala that didn’t matter to her, not the cure for cancer. At least she didn’t have him babysitting her purse as women liked to do while shopping.

He cracked his first smile since parking next to her car in the flower shop’s parking lot. Skylar probably thought he’d snatch her wallet if she let go of her death grip on it. Read more »

“What, angel?” He caressed her cheek. “What is it?”

She sighed and dropped her gaze. “Making you wait the six months like you were just some guy I met at college was pointless.” Read more »

Something was wrong. She could sense it the moment she opened the bedroom door. There were no sounds of running water. Sara had spent long enough talking to Nika that Paul should already be in the shower by now. What the hell was he doing?

Jane’s warning echoed through her brain. Against her will, she closed the door behind her with only the faintest of clicks. Everyone in the house was accounted for, so that could only mean he was on the phone with another woman. Read more »

Friday, March 19

What is that God awful sound? Why won’t it stop when I smack my alarm clock? Oh. I didn’t set my alarm. Wow. It’s already after one o’clock? How did that happen? Sure, I had to take something to help me sleep last night after seeing Eric again, but…still. I should’ve been up hours ago.

I rubbed my eyes and opened the door, not bothering to see who it was first.

Or change out of the tank top and yoga pants I slept in. Read more »