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The celebration was a masterpiece of excess. Two hundred guests filtered into a Boston ballroom glittering with chandeliers, roses the color of fresh snow, and champagne towers reflecting
The restaurant La Toscana was the kind of place that made ordinary people feel small before they even walked through the door. Tucked into the most coveted block
Gena smiled that smile of his—wide, dimpled, with a glint in his eyes that Ida had once mistaken for tenderness. Now she knew it for what it was:
The Sack That Moved Noah was nine years old, and he had a shortcut home from school that took him past old Mr. Henderson’s place. The gate on
Christina felt the sting before she felt the grip. Her arm was yanked hard, and in the dim, cramped hallway, Igor’s fingers bit into her flesh like a
The billionaire was already halfway up the steps to his private jet — a critical meeting with his partners waited, and every second counted. Then his dog started