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Alex took a deep breath. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted Megan. He knew he could make his proposal easier if he took a more traditional approach, but he would be honest with her. No courting, no wine and roses. This was going to be a business proposal. However, he hadn't factored her daughter’s health into his plan. The way things were playing out his proposal was going to be more brutal than honest. He tried to console himself with the fact that Megan and Rebecca would be better off with him.

Alex watched as she worried her lower lip with her teeth. He was tempted to reach over and trace her lip with his finger until she relaxed and let it go. Not tonight, though. She wouldn't let him tonight but by next week, if he had his way. . .

Open House On Murder
ISBN 1-934337-25-0
Asylett Press

Aimee unlocked the door and with trepidation opened it a crack.
“You’re going to have to give me a little more room if you're going to let me come in.”
Letting out an involuntary gasp Aimee's hand grasped the edges of her robe. Quin leaned against the doorjamb not making any move to come any further as he waited for her to open the door for him. Silently he watched her, his look daring her to let him come in. Aimee hesitated. She knew this was a turning point, a crossroad. If she opened the door her whole world would change. If she closed it, she knew without a doubt she’d also close the door on all her dreams. For seventeen years Quin had been a part of her. Not physically because she’d never seen him after the night of her high school graduation. But he had lived in her heart and in there was bigger than life.
Aimee stood frozen in time. Gone was the boy of seventeen years ago; in his place was a devastatingly beautiful man that was all male. Her eyes left his as she watched the cynical smile spread across his full sensuous lips. He spelled danger but in her heart she knew she would never be able to turn her back and walk away from him. She swung the door wide and the light spilled over him as he stepped over the doorsill and into the room.
Quin filled the room making it shrink in size. Aimee drew in her breath. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his and they both stood in the entry, not touching and yet drawing into each other. When she found herself in his arms, she wasn’t sure who had moved first.

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