Scars, though, left wounds on the inside of you, and as with skin that didn't heal right, you still felt the rough spots from time to time.
Saxton glanced at Ruhn. The male was likewise examining the portrait, and for some reason, whatever opinion he was forming seemed terribly important. Did he find her attractive? Did he want to meet he...
Right. Got it. And he was glad it was Z. Undoubtedly the guy was well aware of his fucked-up mood, but unlike some of the others—*cough*Rhage*cough*—he would never pry.
Rhage.What?I'll tell you this. Your destiny's coming for you. And she's coming soon.Rhage laughed. Oh, yeah? What's the female like? I prefer them—She's a virgin.A chill shot down Rhage's spine and na...
Rhage, we have a problem--You weren't supposed to tell him! Lassiter barked.Rhage frowned. Lassiter?Fuck you! came the muffled response.Mary pointed to the hearth. Lassiter is in a Santa suit, stuck i...
Rhage piped up. Also, let’s face it. You’re the most reasonable one in this group.A full cock going off, somebody chimed in. Instead of a half cock like the rest of us.Quarter cock in Rhage’s case—Hol...
Qhuinn got down on one knee. Just dropped right on to the depiction of an apple tree in full bloom. I don’t have a ring. I don’t have anything fancy in my mind or on my tongue. Qhuinn swallowed hard....
Put on your big girl pants and deal.
Possessions weren't the thing. The car your drove and the house you lived in and the clothes you wore...were nothing but vocabulary. They weren't the true communication that mattered, they weren't the...
Please, Eddie implored. Not Lassiter. Anybody but Lassiter—he could be anywhere on the planet, doing anything.
Pigs flying. Hell freezing over. Miley planting her twerking ass in a chair and keeping it there as a public service.
Phury laid a hard one on the male’s mouth, the kiss a punch between faces, not anything even remotely sexual. And he did it only to wipe the expression off the bastard’s face. It worked. The Reverend...
Out into the staff quarters. Over to the entrance to the movie theater. Tohr stopped dead. If this is another Beaches marathon, I’m going to Bette your ass until you can’t sit down. Aw, look at you! T...
One thing was for sure: Her attacker had made a hell of a mistake when he’d picked her. The entire police force was going to be gunning for that fool when they found out who he was. And Butch had a bi...
Okay. Right. Horror meets romance meets erotica meets fantasy meets hip hop. Throw in some leather and some Miami Ink shit, stir with a baseball bat and a tire iron, sprinkle on some baby powder, and...
Okay, you shouldn’t be able to sit up, Manny muttered. Was he? Oh, hey, check it… And as for the doctor’s second dose of surprise? Nice guy, but he was being a dumb-ass human when it came to the feedi...
Okay, well...how's that water feeling, then?' 'Excuse me?' 'The Nile warm this time of the year?
Okay, he needed to pull himself together—before Rhage’s elbow nailed him in the liver again, and Selena bolted back to his bedroom. You are . . . I am . . . He pulled at the collar of his silk shirt,...
Oh…man. She was dressed for love, as far as he was concerned: Flannel pajama bottoms with stars and moons on them. Little white T-shirt. Floppy suede moccasins.
Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.