Clinton finishes the last bite of pie before wiping his mouth with the damn cloth my mother made me embroider for the first official...

Clayton's POV Her eyes look different now, the green is lost to the brown. "What are we going to do?" Kennedy's voice shakes. The side of...

My fantasy future never looked this good. An instant reflex has the pad of my thumb wipe the blood off her lower lip, but really wanting...

Ryan’s POV I can hear my heartbeat—she's gorgeous. Taking the next breath, "Hi, I'm looking for Blue?"

A trace of fresh paint still clings to the walls. Kennedy sits in the rocker with her back to me. "It's finished." The words are blown...

It's impressive, the red barn drenched in moon-soaked light. The band plays loud, wild, and raw. "Grace, no blood." Dad says, sticking...