There’s one more reason I opted against sleeping with Julian.Okay.He’s not like Roarke, but he gives the illusion of being a lot like him when he’s in the mode. So the idea of sleeping with him felt d...
There’s no such thing as an amicable divorce.
The dirty red light was flashing. Over and over through the window. SEX! LIVE! SEX! LIVE! She was only eight, but her mind was quick. She wondered if people would pay to see dead sex.
The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past. THOMAS CARLYLE
That makes three suicides without logical explanations. Now, for people like Fitzhugh and the senator, with their kind of financial base, there’s counseling at the snap of a finger. Or in cases of ter...
That Chippendale is a coffee table, Lieutenant, not a footstool.How do you walk with that stick up your ass? She left her feet where they were, propped comfortably on the table. Does it hurt, or does...
Stop that. Mortified, she reached out to slam the door shut. Somebody could come in. Then stop squirming, he suggested, and gently peeled back the bandage. He nodded in approval. You did a decent job....
Sometimes a well-placed lie saved friendships, and sanity.
Some men find the cool, disinterested, and understated attractive. Makes them think you’re deep.
So he found her. Most people would have said she was relaxed. But then, Roarke thought, most people didn’t really know and certainly didn’t understand Eve Dallas. He was more intimate with her, closer...
Since we're into witches, let's swing by and check out this Isis at Spirit Quest. She slid her eyes right. Well, maybe she'd rag just a little. You can probably buy a talisman or some herbs, she said...
Side, party got out of hand. Guy shot five people with a
She woke to sunlight and the scent of coffee. The first thing she saw was Roarke, with a mug of coffee in his hand. how much would you pay for this?Name your price. she sat up took it from him, drank...
She thought she'd get out clean, but the foyer monitor blinked on as she reached for her jacket. Going somewhere, Lieutenant?Jesus, Roarke, why not just knock me over the head with a blunt instrument....
She rose. I'll just go get the wine.I'm not interested in wine.She walked away, tossed a glance over her shoulder. You will be. When I start licking it off you.
She reached down, favoring her injured arm and chose a Galaxy bar that hadn’t been flattened by the wrestling match. I’m going home. You didn’t pay for that, Francois shouted after her. Fuck you, Fran...
She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths an...
She had an insult waiting for Summerset, who she knew would comment about her being home early. She’d say it was Mortician’s Day, and she’d taken off in his honor.Quick and to the point.
She curled up beside him, realizing they both needed this space of intimacy as much as they'd needdd the reassurance and release. Her world had been rocked. She only understood how violent the shake h...
She considered, as she never had, that she could install Roarke's real and excellent blend in the break room. But then she rejected the notion as temporarily sentimental.