I don’t give a crap what happened between you and Xcor—mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me. Layla
I don't do one-night stands, she blurted.Who says one will be enough.
I didn't know it would be black, she murmured with a little smile.Horror flooded his face. Oh, Christ!
I can’t change what happened and I know there’s no going back…all I ask is that you don’t fall for appearances, okay? You’ve had ten years around this family, but I’ve been with them and the people wh...
I am barren of words my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.
I always root for the monster.
Humans are threatened by anything different, and their response is to fight. They're bullies, picking on the weak, cowering from the strong.
How'm I doin'? Jim asked in his own voice—hey, he could talk out of the bastard's mouth, too.Across the way, Adrian shrugged. Pretty damn good—I can't sense you. But I gotta ask—the pair of you want a...
How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around.Eighteen. Hundred.'Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.'What did they work you over with? Those bruises on your thighs are...
Holy shit. Rehv shook his head and muttered, Now we know what the zombie apocalypse looks like.
Holy hypixia, Batman
His heart was as empty as her stare.
His hands uncupped himself and he stared downward. It was a long while before he spoke, and when he did, his words were slow and considered … and as ceaseless as his quiet tears. I wish I were whole....
His body shook so badly his words came out in waves. I’m out of my mind…. This is…Shit, I can’t…I need to stay away from you. Why? I don’t want you to stop— He talked right over her. I’m starved for y...
His blush was the color of Valentine's Day and she had to tell her heart to calm the fuck down as it started to beat fast.
He’s your fucking brother, she snapped. That’s who he is.
Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see ’em?
Hey, it’s a party already, Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. Oh, nice tux. Isn’t that Tom Ford?Or was it Dick Chrysler, Rhage interjected. Harry GM—wait, that sounds dirty….
Hey, can I help you—whoa! As he wheeled around and settled into his attack stance, the black human salesperson jumped back and put his palms up. Forgive me, Xcor muttered. At least he hadn’t outed one...
Here’s what I know to be true. We can bury the past all we like. We can use a hundred thousand distractions, some of which are healthy, some of which are not, to keep it under the ground—but when some...