Page 26 of Wolfish Player (Steamy Latte Reads Collection #2)

THE AUTHOR

HEATHER

M y brownstone welcomes me home with cold arms, its untouched furniture and decor eyeing me with suspicion.

Hitting the lights, I drop my bag to the floor and head to my bedroom.

As tempted as I am to flop onto the bed and let tears flow onto my pillows, I refuse.

I plop down into the chair in front of my desk and power on my desktop. Logging into the cloud, I open my two works-in-progress and set a timer.

Fuck Adrian.

If he won’t give me exclusivity, that’s fine. My characters will.