“Damn it all straight to hell!” Jenna shouted, tossing her cell phone to the floorboard of the car.

Jackson gave her a sidelong glance.  “Everything okay?”

“No.  Read more »

Jenna struggled to get out of Trista’s leather pants for a moment before remembering she hadn’t taken off her shoes yet.  She reached for her shoes and tumbled back onto the bed.  The shoes hit the floor with a thud and she winced.  Good thing Trista was staying at Blaine’s that night.  Even if she weren’t too drunk to avoid making noise with her shoes, the walls in the condo weren’t as thick as she’d like. Especially not when the nosy best friend’s bedroom was directly below. Read more »

The room was suddenly stifling.  His breath was like fire on her skin and his eyes burned with the same intense glow as he stared at her.  Her mouth was dry; breath was impossible.  What was happening just didn’t make sense.  She should put a stop to this. Read more »

An unnatural quiet, even for the solitude of her room, settled over them.  No wind snarled against the window panes.  No muted laughter drifted in from the other room.  The sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears should have deafened her yet it was muted next to the sizzling inferno scorching through Paul’s eyes, the heat emanating from them threatening to engulf her, consume her, if she let him set her ablaze. Read more »

Jenna splashed cool water Read more »

There was confusion in Jenna’s eyes Read more »

She nearly choked.  “What?”

His breath came out in heated Read more »

The day went by quickly for Jenna. Read more »