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Anya Byrne [Lone Wolf Pack Ri Anger Management for Alphas [MM
Cameron Dane [Foster Siblings Brokedown Hearts [Loose Id MM]
Ash Penn Passing Time [Loose Id MM] (epu
Carol Lynne Sunset Ridge [TEB MM] (epub) id
C J Bishop [Phoenix Club 03] Shattered [MM] (epub)
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Charles Edward In the Darkness [Loose Id MM] (
Brenda Cothern [Undercover Lo Highest Bidder [MM]
Brenda Cothern [Undercover Lo Not For Sale [MM]
Czarodziejka z Florencji Salman Rushdie (2)

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.It was only a hint lighter than the hardwood floor below.From the look of it, Martin took great care of his home, took pride in his belongings.But what of Martin? Did he have family? Did someone take care of him the way he took care of his home?Why do you care, Sawyer?It wasn’t that he cared, really.Mostly, it was curiosity.That was Sawyer’s thing.People were his interest.Life was his interest.That’s why he took pictures.They were a still study of life.So, what about you, Martin? What’s your story? Where are the family portraits? What about the kids? The grandkids?Sawyer looked up and down the empty hall one last time, then pushed back his curiosity and slipped the key into the door.He gave the knob a turn and the door sprang open to a room that could’ve easily been a suite at a five-star hotel back home.The bed sat alone in the corner across from a settee and small antique table.Its posts rose high, and fluffy white blankets invited Sawyer to come on in and stay a long while.The colors were cool, just like they had been in the hallway—shades of pastel blues and greens.White trim and chair railing matched the white doors and windows.Sheer, white curtains barely kept out the daylight.With a Cheshire grin, Sawyer dropped his suitcase at the door and hurried toward the bed, carefully lowering his gear bag onto the settee in passing.He raised his arms and dove forward, flying like an eagle with wings spread wide onto the fluffy mound of linens, pillows, and mattress.His landing was smooth and the surface as soft as it looked.His long limbs didn’t even dangle over the edges.Heaven.As he reached for a pillow to settle in for a catnap, the phone in his pocket started to ring.Jesus, not again.Did Hollywood really require this much attention? Seriously, in the three years he’d had that phone, it hadn’t been used as much as it had in the last two weeks.It was Lucy.Oops.“Yes, dear,” he said rather sarcastically.“Did you make it? Are you alive?”“If I wasn’t alive, I wouldn’t have answered the phone, now would I?”“Ha.Ha.Smartass.”Sawyer laughed.“You were supposed to call me when you landed.”“Yeah, I know.This entire trip has been a whirlwind adventure already.Did you know forty minutes isn’t enough time to find your gate, get on the Skylink, and get to said gate at the Dallas airport? I didn’t even get a chance to piss before hoppin’ on a three hour flight to San Francisco.”It was now Lucy’s turn to laugh.“Whatever you do,” she said, “promise me you’ll have some sort of fun, ’kay?”Sawyer thought a moment.He rubbed his face against the fluffy comforter covering his very soft bed.Staying here all weekend sounded perfect… the perfect idea of “fun.”“I promise.”“I mean it.”“I know.” He grinned wickedly to himself.It wasn’t a lie.He planned on having a whole lot of fun… sleeping.“You’re gonna get up.Get dressed.And go out, right?”Shit.Chapter Four“MARTIN, IT’S great to see you again,” Miles said, clapping his hand against the older gentleman’s shoulder.“What has it been? A year? Two?”“Six months, Mr.Eisenberg,” Martin responded flatly as he reached for Miles’s luggage.Miles frowned.“My last movie wrapped sixteen months ago.”“You weren’t here for a movie, Mr.Eisenberg.”Brow arched, Miles thought back on what he might’ve been doing six months ago.Or rather, who he’d been doing.He used Martin’s inn as a getaway when he wanted to do something lewd with a not-so-savory cohort.It allowed him to keep his misdeeds far from the impressionable eyes of his daughter while maintaining appearances for Hollywood.A slow, devious grin tugged at the edges of his lips as a fond memory eased out from the recesses of his mind.The man in question had been exceptional, not the best Miles had ever had but certainly not the worst.He’d been an out-of-work actor looking for a part.The man in question had been none other than Gavin, the pretentious prick who’d bailed on him last minute.But he’d been one hell of a lay.Yes.Yes, indeed, he had been.In the aftermath of that porn-worthy weekend of carnal debauchery with Mr.Mystery Date, however, Miles did leave a hefty sum of money for Martin to take care of certain repairs needed in the suite.Well, that certainly explains Martin’s attitude.Now, tell him you’re sorry.“Let me take that,” Miles said in a sorrowful tone, avoiding two words he reserved for his daughter and his sister [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]