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Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray My dragon whined. I wanted to move closer, to reach out and touch her. Then do it, I thought. Trust me. Trust us, Harley. But I didn’t want to pressure her. This was her choice. Her life. Silence grew between us. After what felt like years, she…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray “That won’t happen,” I said coolly. “If Sean is determined to be the enemy, I’ll treat him like one.” Striker glanced at me. “Even if it means killing him?” “He’s had enough chances. If we want to get out of this business for good, we can’t let…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray Pleasure rolled through me. I gasped as I approached my release. My toes curled in the sheets, and my hips arched up, reaching for a man who wasn’t there. I rubbed myself with more pressure, and my whole body felt warm, tight, intense, clouding out my thoughts,…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray There was that damn low voice again. I pressed my thighs together and looked back out toward the window, but it was too late-he’d definitely seen me blush. Laughing, Stephan went and joined Dylan in the kitchen. “Let’s empty the dishwasher, Dyl.” I expected a groan and…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray Harley was standing barefoot on the grass, in denim shorts and a plain T-shirt, her auburn hair hanging loose around her shoulders. Desire burned through my whole body, more powerful than ever. This was where we were supposed to be. At home with our mate and our…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray “There’s one more thing. This way.” I led her to the small, narrow door off the kitchen. It looked like a pantry, but it was much more than that. I pushed it open, revealing a long, narrow set of darkened stairs. Harley sighed. “Great. There’s a murder…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray I’ll kill you. No questions asked.’ Sean lowered his chin and met my gaze steadily. My dragon felt the hatred radiating off my brother’s dragon. The tension in the room ticked up a few degrees. “Ace,” Striker said. Sean straightened and took a step back. He scoffed,…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray Appeased, Dylan clambered off the couch and went upstairs. Then Stephan and I were alone. I sat on one end of the couch, and he sat on the other. He sat with his arm on the back of the couch, comfortable as anything, and I couldn’t help…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray Stephan glanced over at Mom in the kitchen and frowned slightly. But then he nodded at me and slipped out the door. Mom grabbed her coffee mug and marched back into the living room. She paused to ruffle Dylan’s hair, where he had crawled onto the couch…

Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray “Check it out,” I said. “Whoa,” Dylan whispered. “No way.” Hawk had spent all yesterday afternoon with me converting this bedroom. We’d switched out the queen bed for a lofted double bed and stuck some bean-bag chairs under there, plus a television and a video game console….