You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.
That dowdy little prig is that good in bed.
The belt buckle, it’s everything
Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.
She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her.
Sunlight in. He followed her into a nearby
Nigel was smiling, the bloody sod. He was loving playing the formal English butler, watching Nicholas turn red and tongue-tied. He saw Mike was grinning, quite enjoying herself. Oh, bugger off, both o...
The beautiful roses,
Many unknowns, and more than any of his other jobs, this one held a high risk of failure. No, he wouldn’t
Savich carefully steered the Porsche around an eighteen-wheeler, accelerated, and seamed back between two cars. Traffic would lighten later as they approached Quantico. It was a day you were happy to...
Now, my dear child, you will learn one day, when you have a husband. If you don’t learn to properly obey, then your husband won’t be pleased with you and that, I can promise you, since I was myself on...
Maybe Banff, Savich thought, his exhausted brain finally beginning to fuzz over; he’d like to visit Banff in western Canada. Maybe swim with Sean in Lake Louise. Need a wet suit for that. Did they mak...
I'm the most fluent liar in the world, I'm the coolest, the smoothest--'Rachel Abercrombie.' A lie, Savich thought.
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She'd be dead before the memories and pain were finally gone; she knew it, accepted it, and dealt with it.
The oil-producing countries hate our guts and would like to
Filial.
Alliteration,
She felt such fury and pain she thought she'd choke on it.
Nicholas, in Farrow-on-Grey. She loved it so.