What’s bothering me is you always seem ready to snap my head off my shoulders and I’m not comfortable with that.
—Justine Dell
No, but I imagine there’s a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot.”He took a step toward her. “With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or...
—Lynn Raye
David Hudson was rising in the political field. As a senator from New York, he had it all – good looks, a well-known family name and the finances to go with it, but for David,...
—Yolanda Richards
He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.
—Emme Rollins
Without even thinking about it, she reached out for warmth, reached out for acceptance. She was hurt and as much as she tried to build up the wall of protection and never let anyone in...
—Madison Thorne
A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat.
—Willow Madison
What do you know about me, Isabeau?” He leaned forward, and I forced myself to stay still instead of shying away. He was so close that I could smell the subtle notes of his cologne:...
—Delilah Fawkes
Very bad things.
—Kassandra Cross
Those girls in the magazines are airbrushed and way too thin. The camera adds pounds so those girls are so skinny I wouldn’t be able to fuck them for fear I would break them. I...
—Lexi Blake
All I see is my father’s tax money being wasted on shooting satellite pictures of South America like you guys work for the Travel Channel.– Todd Dooley (BLACK MARIAH – A Calling)
—Richard Finney
But sometimes a shattered view is the only way to see truth.
—James D. Horton
Luna, the thought of losing you is like losing my heart. You have me completely, and if you died because I wasn’t there to protect you, it would kill me. I know you’re strong, I...
—Justine Winter
He had never thought in his wildest imagination of marriage as an option forhim. Never believed there was a woman out there that would make him sign up for that particular brand of madness. And,...
—Nia Forrester
I don’t want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.
Even though he knew both of their hearts were taken by others, he recognized beauty when he saw it and appreciated it as any male would.
I no longer fear the pain…I fear no release from this torture…knowing that I’ve hurt him and he can’t forgive me…that he won’t be able to make me his good girl again.
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