Author: denisewells
I shoot war zones, not nuptials.But when my ex-wife lands a starring role in the wedding of the year, it’s tempting to change things up a bit.Who’s better than me to follow her around before and during the big day, capturing every picturesque moment, snapping every detail as they join together in wedlock? No one.Not to mention, she still owes me for destroying my prized vintage camera duringour … vintage camera duringour divorce.As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold.more
MASONWrong place, wrong time? No good deed goes unpunished? There’s probably a million ways to describe being blackmailed into a fake engagement. With the most accurate being: Sucker. WILLOWWords I never thought I would hear my sister say: “Mason, meet my sister, Willow. Willow, this is my fiancé, Mason Cartwright.” With model worthy hair, sparkling brown eyes and a scruffy salt-and-pepper … eyes and a scruffy salt-and-pepper jawline that begged to be kissed, I was trapped in his swirling vortex of charisma. Oh, Holy Hell’s balls. Good thing I don’t believe in love at first sight. ‘Cause if I did,…
I still want my ex. Bad. But the two of us together? There’s no better way to hit the destruct button on both our lives than that. So when I get the chance to distract myself helping the sexy new SSPD detective on a new case – I’m all in. Except my ex keeps popping up—at crime scenes, around town with his girlfriend, in my fantasies at night. But I can’t take him back, we both know I won’t be … him back, we both know I won’t be around long enough for that. There’s a timeline on my life,…
MASONWrong place, wrong time? No good deed goes unpunished? There’s probably a million ways to describe being blackmailed into a fake engagement. With the most accurate being: Sucker. WILLOWWords I never thought I would hear my sister say: “Mason, meet my sister, Willow. Willow, this is my fiancé, Mason Cartwright.” With model worthy hair, sparkling brown eyes and a scruffy salt-and-pepper … eyes and a scruffy salt-and-pepper jawline that begged to be kissed, I was trapped in his swirling vortex of charisma. Oh, Holy Hell’s balls. Good thing I don’t believe in love at first sight. ‘Cause if I did,…