You never listen to me anymore. Before, if I was talking to you, you would always listen. But now you have no time to even talk to me.’Yeah… Has Keaty told you not to eat...

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.

Forgive me, madam,” he said lightly, amused, “but waiting to make love to you again is straining my nerves.” She scoffed but she was quite shaken; he could see it in her expression, in the...

We reach the trailer and Shane digs through the pockets of the cargo pants slung over his arm until he finds the key. He pushes open the door and waits for me to pass through....

The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw,...

She’d stutter all the reasons why she shouldn’t, shaking her head adamantly. But her body..her body would grow hot with excitement. She’d get wet at the thrill of it. So fucking wet that i’d smell...

Samantha, you interest me. I’d like to take you out. Why are you fighting me?

All this talk about morality, chastity, prudence and the like are very antiquated notions created by some very old belief systems that are notoriously negative towards women.

I looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.

Summer sticks to her skirt sumptuously, in the shiny gray fabric hanging loosely from her curves. Her chestnut eyes, apparently hidden from strangers; her simple but graceful face, unpainted by Madison Avenue; and her straight...

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my...

He had a hungry look in his eyes and it frightened her.

I’ve never been with a man before.

Still, as messed-up as it was, I really liked the feel of her bare arms and the smell of her hair. I got mad at myself right away and told myself I wasn’t one of...

Very bad things.

Every night that he watched over her sleeping form, his urge to protect and take care of her grew. And those weren’t the only urges. When she’d throw back the blanket and bare her long...

There was a time when I could have slept with his friend Briffa, for instance. Around him the air was always fraught with possibilities.

but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.”I stared into Declan’s eyes and knew that he told the truth. And just like he said, I did not care.His fingers went back...

At forty-one, he was still the quintessential bad boy—charming, at ease in his skin, and great-looking, with deep blue eyes, slicked-back brown hair, and the kind of full, sensuous mouth that bad boys seemed to...