I can still feel the sand under my nails. The blood on my skin. Parrish’s blood on my skin. It’s been a year since my friends, Poe, Gin, and I returned home from overseas and left military service. A year of waiting to take our fallen friend’s ashes to the ocean he loved more than
Heath was never my brother. Nor my step brother, or any other relation our family tried to impose on us. He was always just Heath, and at the end he was my Heath. Ten years ago he disappeared, and within three years of his absence he’d taken over Hollywood. The world my father built. The
This isn’t your high school Shakespeare. Violet Cesario fled the shipwreck of her father’s company to Illyria Pharmaceuticals. As the newly appointed, and untried CFO, the board gave her thirty days to prove her worth. Thirty days to bring up the numbers. Thirty days to fend off the advances of her secretary, Olivia. Thirty days of
He makes me burn. He makes me ache. He makes me forget. Since grade school Murphy Wilcox and I fought incessantly. But one drunk night before my last military deployment changed everything. At least that is what he tells me. Along with the hundreds of scorching hot emails we shared. Fast forward four years and
My name is Dorian Gray. You might think you know my story? Please. That was just the beginning. Not the end. I’ve lived over 100 years. I don’t know why. I’ve sinned, deeply, but haven’t we all? Now Sybil is back. Her name is Izzy and she looks the same. Smells the same. Walks the
