I want a date with you, Lieutenant, seeing as our Sunday plans were aborted.I thought dates went out with the I do’s. Isn’t that in the marriage rule book?You didn’t read the fine print. Christmas Eve...
I saw you, and that’s all it took. Sometimes I can’t breathe, I love you so much.
I read this article about how what you wear under your clothes is all about what makes you feel empowered and in control. It’s the Under You.
I once stood in a field in Ireland, alone, a little lost, and wishing for you more than I wished for my next breath. And you came, though I never asked you, you came because you knew I needed you. We...
I know what my job is, and I'm damned good at it. When he snorted she came back down two steps. She came down slowly, her movements deliberate, because her own temper was much too close to the boil. G...
I know about Trina. You bitch.Shoulders hunched, Peabody carefully pinned up murder. It’s a special night. You’ll look really good, and you won’t have to do it all yourself. We won’t want the NYPSD to...
I figure it doesn’t work that way. It finds you, and it grabs you by the throat and you can’t do a damn thing about it.
I don’t give a rat’s warty ass she’s dead. It only means she’s a dead cunt.That’s a strong opinion.And the only kind worth having. I threatened to shove a stick up her twat and light it on fire just y...
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. —REVELATION
How can I love you and not be afraid? You’re my life, Eve, my heart. You’re asking, you’re wondering if I ever worry, if I ever fear, that one day Peabody or Feeney, your commander—a cop who’s become...
He’s a fine young man, and one who loves you without restrictions. Finding a mate, a true one, is a rare and precious thing. And the heart of the heart, she thought. Yes, he’d found that, too. I don’t...
He’d been tempted to wander into her bedroom while he’d had the apartment to himself and see what he might have discovered about her there, but he’d resisted.It was not so much respect for her privacy...
Hey. Hands off., Please. Please, please, soooo pretty. Lemme just have one little touch.Peabody, isn’t it embarrassing enough you’re wearing pink cowboy boots, again, without standing here drooling on...
Her brows lifted as his hands got busy on her butt. I'm on duty, Roarke. Your hands are currently rubbing the ass of a working cop.That only makes it more exciting. He shifted to nibble her neck. Want...
He wore command as he wore his suit—a good fit with clean lines.
He watched, somewhat fascinated as she swished a slice of bacon through the pool of syrup. His steely-minded cop had the appetite of a five-year-old.
He was heading over the line when he strutted in here thinking he could rattle his federal balls at me.
He may have gotten spanked by a barbecue grill, but on a desk unit, he was a king.
He equates his worth with his penis, and also uses it as a weapon. Okay, now I see it wearing a gold chain and toting a blaster. Stop now.
He did something he rarely did. He touched her. Just a pat of his hand over the back of hers. But it was, Eve realized, a kind of intimacy. An affectionate contact between comrades, and more personal...