So many people talk about the Golden Gate bridge, but I would bet they haven’t seen the new Sava River Bridge. It has long metal ropes suspending it, like a gigantic angel’s harp waiting for...

Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom

Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing.

I want you to lay into me. Fight me.

His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his...

The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until I’m so rigid my muscles ache.

He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain...

Do not feed fear. Starve it.

He’s as tall as the door, and I’m standing here without remembering the walk across the shadowed parking lot. When he turns to face me the world grinds into slow motion. Even my heartbeat draws...

You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission.

For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!

I’ve got you now,” he says, breaking the kiss and sounding like a god about to unleash wrath.

We have forever Phoebe.

I’m in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lion’s den.

He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.

I’m the riddle you have yet to solve

He should always wear jeans because they make him look hotter than a nebula. Black suits him too. It hugs to his muscular vales and swells, turning temptation into sexy man therapy.

Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he’s giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.

It shatters the game, exposing the players

He’s going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.

The activity has pumped out his chest and hardened his abs, and I can’t believe I’m even noticing or appreciating it. His smile is naughty, the muscles in his shoulders thick and ripped, undulating with...

I manage to hold the poker face when she submits to dominance, to the summons, and swans into my arms, pressing her quivering form against mine when she embraces me.

A shade slinks over me and I’m caught off guard when he leans down, placing a blossom in my cleavage, his face shadowed and secretive.

Your lack of questioning and curiosity has been the bane of my existence.

A man who is obviously too handsome for his own good smiles at me. His eyes are mischievous, as if he’s harboring wicked thoughts and is tempted to subject me to them.I hold his dark...

He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.

Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.

Eyes sparkling with blue open and stare a scalded soul at me.

He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.

But I love it more when you scream.

I’m a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.

They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream?

What’s it like feeling the smooth heat of that arm, tracing the supernatural muscles bunched in his arms and chest, teasing anyone with a pulse and hormones to lick their way down the divots and...

It’s a heady aphrodisiac being exposed to his unique voice when he adopts that tone. His voice reverbs on a bunch of notes simultaneously. It’s the first thing you notice about Ryan, his voice sounds...

Every man needs a shadow to reveal his light, to always be that close, ever present, bonded forever in astral allegiance.

Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.

The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings. Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have...