“The engagement reception will be next week.” Delis looked like she was waiting for an explosion as she spoke. Heru wished he could smile at the sight. She seemed to be warring between guilt and duty but also a good deal of determination. She was a good senator, but also a good mother. “Mom, I haven’t changed my mind. I …

It had been three days since he had been released from the hospital. Today was the first day that he found some time completely alone. Due to the murder attempt, his family was understandably overprotective, but he really needed some privacy to fully consume his host’s memories. He did not think he would be able to hide his ignorance of …

It hurt. It hurt so much. Beloved… It was burning. Everything was burning. Do not be scared. I am here. Something cool touched his forehead. That hand… Was it hers? He tried to open his eyes. “Bri—” Someone hurriedly grabbed his hand. “Heru! You are awake!” A… man? That wasn’t Brigitte. “Quick, call the doctor! The patient is awake.” Where …

He couldn’t breathe. He opened his mouth, water rushing in, and he choked. His lungs were burning. He held on to a marble surface and pushed himself up.  Air! Finally. He punched his chest, trying to help himself choke up the water.  He barely noticed that he had been drowning in a large bathtub as he tried to get out. …

This life may have been his happiest. Simple, comfortable and in good company. He had started to worry that it wouldn’t last.  “I love you.” His hand shook at the words, red paint splashing across the canvas.  Tristan was roused from his thoughts, surprised. Inspiration lost, he stopped painting and gazed at her. What had she just said? She looked …

While he had never had a good impression of Brigitte’s parents, reality proved his thoughts too generous. George and Melanie Pruitt were two of the most ‘stuck up’ people he had seen in this world and as an artist, he had seen plenty of elite wannabes. It was no wonder the old Pruitt head had left most of the family …

He was dreading the dinner with the Pruitts. It was still a couple of days away, but dear Fate was he not looking forward to it at all! Who knew what nonsense Brigitte had fed them! His comfortable and lazy life could be in jeopardy if more ‘socialization’ with Brigitte’s social circle became a routine. He wanted a quiet and …

Having her beloved live with her was a dream come true. Having him agree to become her boyfriend — she resolutely ignored that it was a pretend-relationship, — made her unable to go past a few steps without pinching herself to make sure it was real.  Although, there was the downside of having Tristan meet her parents. She wanted to shout from …

All things considered, moving in with Brigitte only made his life more comfortable.  It seems that even she, the shameless pervert that she was, realized that she was pushing him too far with this move of having him on-site 24/7, so now he had no cameras in the bathroom or bedroom. A step forward from his previous conditions.  In addition, his atelier …

This pervert’s insane obsession became even worse, didn’t it? He wondered if there was a rehab for her type of addiction because really, she had gone off the deep end. Where was the Victorian manual of love? What happened to taking things step by step? Did those get thrown out of the window once Brigitte got a taste of more?  “We …