The guilt over his secret was eating him up alive, but hell, the feel of her in his arms threatened to override all of it. This was Maria, the woman he’d fantasized about for almost...

Your eyes betray a sadness that only a worthy man can conjure, but never solve

He took the necklace out of the box and carefully fastened it around her neck. Just like he’d imagined himself doing when he bought it. That might even be why he bought it – so...

This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.

I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to listen. You know, being confident isn’t the same as being right.

A smart woman knows when to listen to her man.”Her man? “He is most definitely not my man. He’s not my type.””Type? If he was any more your type, he’d have you sitting in his...

Suspense left my life a long time ago, now it has returned. I do not care for it.

Your best kicks ass and takes names,” Jack says, and he punches my shoulder again.

Eric waited all his life for love and, in meeting, Tina thought he had it. What he got wasn’t quite what he’d dreamed about.

The finger in the jar atop the entertainment center served as a reminder: death was far kinder than the fate Juanita could have suffered at the hands of that other man.

Woolrich had a genius for creating types of story perfectly consonant with his world: the noir cop story, the clock race story, the waking nightmare, the oscillation thriller, the headlong through the night story, the...

The missing girl—there had been unceasing news reports, always flashing to that achingly ordinary school portrait of the vanished teen, you know the one, with the rainbow-swirl background, the girl’s hair too straight, her smile...

The reason stories have dramatic tension is because LIFE has dramatic tension.

They had pulled me from the hemorrhaging, dying body of my mother and turned me over to the care of the man who was not my father. He had taken me home to their tiny...

Suspense, murder, revenge, scandal; a delicious cocktail party.

I closed the door and sank into my desk chair. My heart was pounding even harder. I felt like someone who had just staggered out of her car after an accident on a freeway. This...

Alexa’s heart jumped and skittered. She was at her favorite star’s concert. And he was holding her hand!

It’s not so much where I want you,Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. – Marc Hunter

How do you circumvent a mind bent upon lying to get away from the truth?

You don’t look injured to me. What am I supposed to think? Have you been with them this whole time? My god, Brook. Where were you?

When Carri died, I felt like I had lost everything, except my life, and my memories of her. Now I can’t even dream of her…

Her immediate impulse was one of self-preservation. She was tied up in this somehow, she didn’t know why or how, but there was something waiting for her on the other side of this crowd.

Habían pasado toda la mañana en la cama. Juntos… Entre caricias, besos, y risas volvieron a hacerse el amor con más lentitud que la primera vez.Los jadeos y los suspiros sustituyeron a las palabras. Las...

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA

Las mujeres, claro está, deben pensar en ellas mismas.

Shining with craving, his emerald gaze penetrated her soul. “I desire you so much”. His whisper melted her heart. His soft touch set her ablaze.

Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the...

Sin is the monster we love to deny. It can stalk us, bite a slice out of our lives, return again and again, and even as we bleed and hobble, we prefer to believe nothing...

She wouldn’t have died if I hadn’t taught her how to fall.

I doubt very much we will have to worry about that after today!

Do not tell me what I think you’re going to or I swear to God, I’m going to fly to Brazil and go all black ops on this guy for cheating on you.

It was the first time her eyes had really met mine and to be honest I think there was more warmth between the lamb chops in the freezer.” Daniel meeting Felicity in Cousin Felicity and...

I carefully returned the files to my mother’s drawer and left the house with one objective: find Christina Georgia. July 14th was today.

Join us. Play the game. It will bring you an untold number of rewards and you will finally have some direction and purpose in your lives. Take control of yourselves and those around you. Bend...

Here is a story that’s stranger than strange. Before we begin you may want to arrange:a blanket, a cushion, a comfortable seat,and maybe some cocoa and something to eat.I’ll warn you, of course, before we...

I am incognito; running away from scenes of the tested truths that I have so meticulously exacted before I am found guilty of the very things I have written.

She shoved her hands in the deep silk-lined pockets…where she felt the cold steel of a revolver.

Good in bed?

When I began writing stories in exercise books I tried to put off all the things I really wanted to write about till at least the second page – I thought it would be like...

She had been lying there, facedown in the water long before the tide had turned at 3.04 that morning. Her eyes were staring into the river, her blonde hair first fanning out, then drawing back...

I’d spent my whole career dealing with badasses taking care of my nine-month-old boy should be a lark.

Does it have a bed?” Liz asked doing her best to prop him up.”A couple of old army cots that probably have more mildew than a politician has bullshit.

One day, you’ll fall for somebody. At first, you’ll fight it, because you won’t understand. But when you do, Tess, you’ll know that he’s the one–the one you would die for.

All your doing is keeping wayward teenage punks off the street. You should leave the real investigative work to us big girls with the pens and paper.

Find my weak points, but more importantly, find yours.

SWAT? For me?” Still trembling, one hand clung to the ambulance gurney, the other held a massive sterilised cotton wool wad under my nose.”Tactical Support was busy. You got Dennis and Arlo,” said Harry, speed-reading...

No se puede escribir una novela o componer una canción, no se puede acordar una adquisición o ampliar una oferta sin una completa dedicación a la tarea que se tiene entre manos.

You need to take some acting classes to learn to hide your huge crush on my husband better

Cade shifted against the sheets, trying to ease his painful erection. He was going against every protocol there was. Sleeping in the same bed as the woman in his protective custody? Genius plan. It would...

Professor, when people say such things after impossibility smacks them in the face, we call it denial