Your very best look, my queen, is the one you were born with. As far as I’m concerned, perfection can’t be improved upon by either man nor God. Leaning in, he kissed her softly. Just thought you’d wan...
Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars.
You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.
You went along, building ties or breaking them, moving forward or backward in relationships, riding out the sea of your emotions and the emotions of others—but for the most part, it was a trees-for-th...
You know what kind of man Assail is. You know his business. And. As those old eyes glared right back at her, she wanted to curse some more. But she knew better. And she should have known criminals and...
You keep showing up here? Being who you are?' There was a pause. 'I'm going to fall in love with you.' -Rehvenge
You have cable? He nodded toward her TV. She tossed him the clicker. Sure do. And if I remember, there’s a Godzilla marathon on TBS tonight. Sweet, the vampire said, kicking his legs out. I always roo...
You have a bed in this place, she said. And I would kill to take you there. She was the one who stood up and put out her hand for him to take. Let’s go.-Ehlena & Rehv
You are so beautiful, he said as he stared at her, standing there in the light like that. She glanced at her Gap black pants and her two-year-old knit turtleneck. You must be blind. Why? he asked, com...
Yet she was still alive and she was here. Looking at herself in the mirror. And for the first time in her life, she respected what she saw. Bowing to her reflection, she said softly, Pleased to meet y...
Yes, I want you. Payne stopped, and then looked over her shoulder again. After a moment, she said, You are a fine healer and you have done your job, as you so aptly pointed out. We have no further cau...
Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...
Yay. Rah. Go, him. Next tat he got was going to be of the frickin’ halo over his head. As
Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop
Xcor lunged at her, moving so fast he wasn’t aware of making the decision to get on her. And he was rough, shoving her hand out of the way and sealing his mouth on her sex, taking what he wanted, what...
Wrath… What, he murmured against her, working her with his nose. You don’t like? Shut up and get back to doing— His tongue slipping under the panties cut her off…and made him have to slow himself down...
Wrath was in a bad mood, and he knew this because the sound of the doggen waxing the wooden balustrade at the top of the main staircase was making him want to light the whole fucking mansion on fire.
Wrath walked over to the closet and looked throught the clothes. He took out a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of leather pants, and --jeez, what was this? Oh, not fucking likely. He was not going to...
Wrath lowered himself into a chair. He stared straight ahead and watched the crowd gradually swallow up the path he’d made. He waited. The pounding beat of Ludacris faded into old-school Cypress Hill....
Wrath jacked forward on his hips. You have only what I fucking grant you! I am your master, fucker, so shut the hell up, get out of this room, and I’ll deal with you when I’m good and goddamned ready....