The Things We Leave Unfinished Novel Free

“You didn’t give it to him.” “It’s not mine to give.” The muscles in his forearms rippled as he gripped the edge of the desk. “And I’ll be damned if I’m giving him anything, let alone something that’s yours.” I closed the distance between us, took his face in my hands, and kissed him. The…

“I’m perfect,” I assured him, stroking his shoulders and circling my hips as the burn turned to bliss. “That’s exactly how you feel.” He withdrew slightly, then thrust home with a groan. “God, Georgia. I’m never going to get enough of you.” “More.” He obliged. My toes curled as I whimpered, and I lifted my…

“It was nice to meet you both, but we’re going to go now,” Jameson said, tipping his hat. “If that’s a boy, he can be my heir,” Nigel blurted. Every muscle in Jameson’s body tensed, preparing for the fight. “If our baby is a boy, he’s our son,” he said. “He’s not your anything,” Scarlett…

“How many husbands has she had?” It wasn’t that I was judging, as much as the look on Georgia’s face had me more than curious. “Five marriages, four husbands.” She flipped the page. “She married number three twice, but I think they’re getting divorced, since she’s currently back with number four. I honestly don’t bother…

She stopped on the last picture-this one a mirror of the first premiere, taken only a couple months before Scarlett’s death. The rest of the pages in the album were devastatingly blank. My hands clenched. I had never wanted to beat the shit out of someone the way I did Damian Ellsworth. “I swear, I…

“What?” I asked, slipping the pages back into the manuscript where they belonged. “Now you have chocolate on your face.” She laughed softly. “Awesome.” I swiped my hand over the stubble closest to my mouth. “Here.” She slid along the desk, the bare skin of her legs brushing against mine. I suddenly wished I’d worn…

But if she came clean-resigned her commission-what would she be then? “What would I do all day?” Scarlett asked, her fingers tracing the raised lines of the rank on her shoulder. “For the last two years I’ve had direction. I’ve had meaning and purpose. I’ve accomplished things and dedicated myself to the war effort. So…

“You’re not?” He palmed her cheek, needing to touch her. “I’m not sorry about anything that’s led me to you.” He carried her to their bed and showed her with his body exactly how lucky he felt to have found her. … One month later, Scarlett marveled at the freedom the simple wrap dress afforded…

Constance paused with her hand on the doorknob. “I have no life left for myself. All I have are memories.” She turned slowly, losing her polished facade and letting her anguish show. The pond. The gazebo. The hunting cabin. Scarlett’s eyes drifted shut for the length of a deep breath. “Poppet, owning those places will…

“Here,” he finally said as the song wrapped up. “We’re being reposted here. In a couple weeks we’ll be in the same bed every night.” He raised his hand to her cheek. “We’ll be back to burning breakfasts and racing each other for the shower.” A grin spread across her beautiful face, and his chest…