Food for Thought

I left my family and tiny Texas hometown 15 years ago to escape small-town gossips and to give my mom and sister the chance at a better life. But when a phone call from an attorney back home informs me that my sister passed away, leaving me custody of her newborn baby, I'm shocked out of the steady life I've built for myself running a tattoo shop in San Francisco. The thing is: I don't do babies. And I don't do small towns. Or commitment. And I especially don't do family.

Robbie MacIntyre manages a small post office in the old Station House on the outskirts of sleepy Barton Hartshourn, northwest of London. He's stunned when the owner, Maggie, who's a close friend, bequeaths him the post office and the Station House. The rest of her estate is left to an American writer, Jason Young, and when he moves to the village, Robbie is thrown by the attraction he has for the man who has more of a claim on the Station House than he does.

Vengeance. It's the one thing on ex-cop Rhys Tellar's mind and he's spent every day of his two-year prison sentence planning how he'll bring down the former lover and partner who sold him out and cost four people their lives. A six-month parole stint working at the CB Bar Ranch in southwestern Montana should be the easiest thing he's ever done. But the last thing he expects is to feel something for two men there. A future. That's what Finn Stewart wants, but to have it he must leave behind the man he wants above all others, his very straight boss and best friend, Callan Bale....

At the tender age of eight, Rafe Barretti lost everything. His parents, his childhood, his innocence. And the brothers who were supposed to protect him let him go instead. Twenty years later and he's finally ready to exact his revenge by taking away everything they hold dear - their company, their reputations, their futures. But even that isn't enough - their loved ones will have to pay, too, and all their precious secrets are fair game. 

Conor: It starts with a drunken text pic. The kind I would normally never send. Only, instead of it going to the flirty hotel bartender, it goes to some random stranger who actually responds. Wells: The first thing I notice about Conor Newell when he sits down in my high-rise conference room is how delightfully nervous he is. Then I see his tie. The same geeky tie that’s held hostage on my phone. The one that belongs to my anonymous late-night texter. And it changes everything.