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“Are you married?” Travis asked.
Freya shook her head painfully. “No.”
“And what if I hadn’t decided to pay you a visit? Would you have let me remain in blissful ignorance forever?”
Stricken, Freya whispered, “I don’t...I don’t know.”
Even as she admitted that, though, the knowledge seeped in. She wouldn’t have been able to live with the guilt. She would have told him. He pinned her to the spot with that light green gaze which had once devoured her alive and was now colder than the arctic.
“You fucking bitch.”
Freya was finally happy. She was free, and she was over Travis. She had left him behind for good… until he showed up again six years later. Although that voice of his still sends shivers down her spine, gutsy Freya knows her problem is not just about her impossible desire to feel his hands on her body once again.
Because Travis is about to discover her deepest secret—one that will send his world into a spin!

Elena stifled a smile, but he already saw her mouth start to curve upwards and he grinned at her. She ignored him. "I'm serious, Chandler."
His smile was instantaneous. "Noted."
She licked her lips. Her eyes were wide and nervous, and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "And you can't kiss me."
Chandler tilted his head to the side and studied her. Pushing away from the car, he took a step closer to her. She held her ground, lifting her chin at his approach.
"What if you ask me to kiss you?" he said quietly. "Then can I?"
Elena exhaled shakily. "I won't do that."
"No?" Carefully, he touched his thumb to the curve of her chin. She shook her head, and his hand fell away. "Maybe you won't," he told her. "But hear me right now, love, I'd love it if you asked me for a kiss."
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When Elena Davis decided to move to Vacaville, she had just one thing in mind — to start her business over after she'd failed the first time she tried.
It'd be nice to live in the same city as her twin sister, and getting reunited with her university crush, Elijah Kendrick doesn't seem like a bad idea. But fate, however, has its own plans and she finds herself drawn to someone else—his brother, Chandler Kendrick.

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately,"
Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?"
"Mrs. Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"
Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake.
She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue,"
"Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please,"
Politician and governorship candidate, Christopher Wesley is dead ; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer
Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. Could it be spite? Maybe the money? Or maybe she just got tired of him delaying their divorce?
He's determined to find out and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for her...