Okay,” she said, breathless. “But just be quick about it. Please.”He looked up from her breasts to her face. “Stamina is usually considered a good thing in a man.”She tried to catch her breath. “It’s…...

She hit the button again, holding her breath this time until she heard it.Soft, sibilant, as insubstantial as the breaths that came before: Shannon. The voice whispered Shannon. The blood rushed out of her head....

One speck of dung will spoil the pot. In order to keep my thoughts on a high level, I put a positive construction on things.

The last time he’d walked through a woman’s dreams, she’d almost killed him.

Me too. Thanks again for the drink,” Dominique said cheerfully while Lizzy just gave Athena a strange look.Athena wasn’t sure what Quinn’s expression was because she’d decided to do the mature thing—and studiously ignore him.

You judge, Madsen. Not cool.

I wish Darcangelo were here. He’d fucking hate this.

It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt...

Then Cynthia looked at him and smiled, and he knew he couldn’t possibly resist her, no matter what she had done. It felt as though the two of them had just stripped naked and dived...

That was me being respectful of your law degree,” Ian said.

Full of intrigue, tangled pasts, and raw emotions, [Gambling On A Secret by Sara Walter Ellwood] is guaranteed to keep you turning pages from start to finish and then wishing for one more chapter!

Go. Do what you have to do. Be the hero that you are … but come back to me. There’s more to Noah McCall than the head of Last Chance Rescue. I see that man.…...

A man doesn’t want to be rejected. We’re really quite sensitive.’Sensitive?’ She laughed, her head on one side. ‘Sensitive egos you mean. Never met a man who didn’t have one of those.

Go to bed,” he ordered. “Go to bed… and stay there.

We need to forgive ourselves and everyone else for NOT being perfect.

She’s mine.

He shrugged those broad shoulders, drawing her gaze to them. She couldn’t help but undress him with her eyes, remembering every hot inch of his naked body. Unfortunately he knew what she was doing.”All you...

So how many tattoos do you have exactly?” she asked as Travis met her at the front of her car. It was a question she’d been dying to ask but she couldn’t believe she’d just...

…got the ink as a constant symbol of what I fight for and of what I have to live for.

Cross my heart.

He closes his eyes.Our lips brush lightly.”If you ask me to kiss you , I will,” he says.His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.”Kiss me,” I say.He does.

I think of it like a caterpillar–a wrinkly, ugly worm with traces of dull colors on it. But when the worm metamorphoses, it becomes something truly beautiful.” Charli

I have only known two men’s souls in my life, one the devil, the other the the bird’s wings which picked me up and carried me back to the freedom of being.

All that guides me is fear,And all that finds me is lossDeath defines which paths I crossIt is within the shadows that I stumbleAnd I am desperate without a voiceHere I am threatened by the...

Are you going to put some clothes on?” she blurted out.”No. Are you going to take yours off?””No.””Right. Of course not.

He kissed her dizzy, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waisst as he kissed his way down her neck.”Make love to me,” she whispered. “Like I’m a full-grown woman.”He pulled back to...

You’re not so tough. No tougher than the man whose blood will spill from your veins.

You make velocity look good.

If you were truly ‘here for me,’ you would have a Kahlua in one hand and Henry Cavill’s number in the other. Since I’m not having drunken phone sex with Superman, there must be another...

He couldn’t tell if she was checking him out with sexual interest or sizing him up. Did she know who he was? Truly was…Or maybe she just wanted to get to know him. Hell if...

You’re not like them. You’re my McSailor.”A soft touch made him smile, thinking of Bonnie, before he realized it was Innochka’s hand stroking his face. The touch of a mobster’s girlfriend. He leaped back, still...

Marc to Gabe: “What do you know about the lemon stuff? You weren’t in desert combat. You were a park ranger. I’m not dissing that. It’s an important job. Someone has to keep the chipmunks...

I haven’t always been a patient man…but something tells me you’d be worth the wait.

He was an FBI agent. She was a wanted fugitive. To think the would be together was like saying maybe a shark could go vegetarian. It just wasn’t going to happen.

I want to carry you.

. Then I smile and in haste . . . I can’t help it! I worship your silhouette. How I gaze and can’t help but stare. I place my hands in your red hair. It...

Friendly fire was never friendly, and it was coming. Operation Stand-and-Watch was over. Did that mean Operation Bust-His-Balls was on deck?

I’m a patient man, but I’m not going to wait endlessly.””But…,” She stammered.”But what?””It’s so fast.”He growled. “When I went slow, you wanted fast. Now I’m going fast, you want slow. Luanne Mayfair, are you...

That’s when it hit him with the force of a fastball in the chest: He was falling in love with Shane MacKinnon. He hardly knew her, and yet he knew with absolutely certainty that she...

Hold tight, baby. This is going to feel so good.

No touching? Screw that. She was going to touch tall, dark and sexy all over. This was her dream.

Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man’s prey in every way. She’d felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it.

Um, h-h-hi,” Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.

Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?” Marc asked.”You bet. If not I’ll just make use of the overhead bin.

She’d kicked Klein’s ass and still had enough moxie to tag him, and enough physical strength to get herself out of a window ten feet up on the wall.He really should marry her.

Some women like to treat a man like a piece of bubble gum. The poor sap thinks everything’s fine. And it is—until the taste runs out. Then she’ll just spit him out the car window...

Thank God for that. See if there’s anything remotely clothinglike in the backseat or the trunk.

Because I don’t believe that you are a slave to what you’ve become. I don’t believe that you simply can’t.

Okay.”Jordan grinned, delighted at her easy agreement.

Thanks, Ms Wilding.’She raised one eyebrow. ‘Who?’‘You must be Tom’s daughter, the photographer. You look like him. A prettier version, sexy, even.’ His laugh was a smoky rumble as he spun on his heel. ‘Don’t...