Young girls think they know what their hearts desire, what they want the most. When really, we know nothing of love, devotion and utter loyalty. Not until we break our own hearts when we learn...
Suddenly, he had to ask himself, was love at first sight actually possible
He had her sucked in, hook line and sinker, for the whole night until she started to cry, and then he took pity on her.”Sienna smiled as she looked at Jack. Her long, delicate neck...
Life, Jersey Girl, sometimes pauses. It stops. Sometimes we don’t even realize how everything around us is moving so quickly while we’re standing in the middle of it, allowing it to pass us by. Most...
I think I can say with confidence that it’s a lot funnier if you haven’t actually been attacked by a shark.
Follow me down, Alice Faye Dahl. I know the way.
Now see, if it were me, I wouldn’t have led with that. I would’ve gone with something like ‘G’day’ or ‘Wow, aren’t you a little hottie?
Because trying to think of how to ask a woman you’ve known for exactly two days if she’d be willing to get into a car with you and take a road trip across the country...
You saw where I come from. No matter what I do or how I act, I’ll always be the scum of the earth. I am who I am, and there’s nothing you or anybody else...
How do you look at your best friend the same way again when you know the flavor of his mouth?
I thought three minutes and twelve seconds would undo me. Now I’m trapped. I cannot survive in this elevator. Not with him, Not for much longer Another second.
From now on, every Christmas, let’s have a tradition where we eat soup out of a can by the fire.
I promise to keep my hands to myself. I’m too exhausted to make a move on you.
That girl is just plain crazy,” Chey said as she looped her arm through Arkadia’s. ‘I swear when they were handing out social skills she was still in the line for shoes.
She unzipped her oversized flannel onesie, created especially for women not interested in finding a man, and tossed it on the bed.
She loved this man. This wonderful, respectiful, willful man. And she couldn’t even tell him.
What does successfully matching me have to do with a damn dog?””Gollum will make you more approachable. You need that— desperately.””There’s not a damn thing approachable about that beast.””Something you have in common.
Sweetheart, right now I’m having trouble remembering my name.
He wasn’t looking for a soulmate. That would require having a soul to share, and he’d sold his off long ago
She shouldn’t be this close to Cole, not alone, not even when she was pissed beyond belief. It was too dangerous, since she had yet to find a cure for I-hate-you-but-I-want-to-fuck-your-brains-out-itis.
Damn, I love the tango,” he whispered, tickling her ear.
My dad will win, I silently countered, even as I smiled sweetly. I couldn’t wait to spike the ball right through her block, no matter how tall she was. In health class we’d learned that...
Can we have breakfast now? No matter how sweet it is, a man can’t live on pussy alone.
You look really beautiful, Cass.
I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I’d never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.
It’s fine, but don’t ask me to strip again or I’m going to wonder what your intentions really are.
My body is on fire, aching and clawing at me to set it free. It wants to come out to play alright. It wants recess with Ian. He’s everything I’m not, and I love it.
Connor couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard him mumble, “First Dean, then McCall. These boys are dropping like flies.
I think you could wear a paper bag and still look good.
I love you, music man. You are my happily ever after.
That’s… kinda sweet.
She loved her son and wanted him to make a fresh start here. Her ex-husband always tried to pass Aaron off as normal, not wanting anyone to know his son was different. She wasn’t going...
Once in rur-al Flathead coun-tyStood a cru-wel Christmas sceneDumped for slaugh-ter were the rein-deerWhen an elf did intervene.
The Sweets rarely set foot on the avenues. They’d always lived on the street-side of town, where duct tape held everything together and WD-40 stopped the squeaks.
So go love someone that wants to love you back. Whoever that lad is will be one lucky person.
you may have your naked painting and guns to help you escape… but me, when things get too much for me… I, drive.
You are my favorite thing to do. ~ Oliver Sand
Turns out making a dramatic exit is a lot harder when you have to stand there and wait another twenty minutes for a boat to dock.
I look around briefly at the other players like I always do before a game. Other than Queenie, Bill, and Talon, I don’t know any of them (and I don’t care enough about them to...
Who are you? Rabbit and Souris call you ‘Alice,’ me and Dee call you ‘Faye.’ I just didn’t know if ‘Alice’ was your poker-playing, Southern Hemisphere name or what. Hey, I’m just trying to fit...
Alice, it took big, dumb Talon Dodo thirty seconds to get you so pissed about a poker hand pun that you were about to beat him to death with your cane.
Maybe I am the eye candy on the team, but the only mouth I plan on melting in is hers.
Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.
You went to a party, did a keg stand, and got so drunk you forgot half the night. Congrats on this amazing milestone in your life.” He squeezed my leg. “What are you gonna do...
I do love you. I love you so much I can hardly breathe, and I don’t know how we’ll work everything out, but I want to. I’ve never wanted anything more.
I’m going to make you come harder and longer than you ever have before, baby, and I’m going to feel every shudder, every ripple of that orgasm as it rips through you because I am...
He’s been a bit grumpy since Potato Day.’She heard Gethin choke back a laugh.‘He set up an all-day workshop on all things potato after reading up about successful winter events at other nurseries,’ she went...
He returned in a moment with a phone, a high-end model that probably cost way more than hers. His cell phone wallpaper was an abstract artwork with lots of colorful circles and blots—Kandinsky, maybe, or...
My inner Jiminy was screaming at me to stop playing with fire again, but I was a moth drawn to a flaming hot drummer.
I think the universe might be sending us a sign.
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