I don't like the thoughts running through your head. I plan on staying here until you look me in the eye and tell me you 're mine.
With a sigh, I moved my lips once more against hers before shifting and pulling her body to my side. I’m in love with you.Echo settled her head in the crook of my arm as her fingertips lazily touched...
What if there's another fire? You're not going to be there to save me.I'll always save you. Because I would. I'd move heaven and earth. I'd willingly walk into hell and stay there. I'd give up anythin...
Hey, Breanna.I glance over my shoulder. Yes?Be safe.Those are two enticing and lovely words. I will be. I have you protecting me, right?Maybe I’m misreading Razor, but his eyes travel my body like he...
He’ll put me first because he promised. I wasn’t Noah’s priority when he was seeking custody of his brothers, but he’s placed me first since then. Noah keeps his promises – always.
His dark brown eyes shifted to my covered arms. You didn't do that-did you? It was done to you?No one ever asked that question. They stared. They whispered. They laughed. But they never asked.
His hand framed my face and his tone was edget with husky authority. I want you, but only if you want me.
Home. I have no idea what that word really means.
Yeah, I'm great. And I meant it. It's a small humongous realization: I'm always going to be scared of something-spiders, the dark, being on my own-but I don't have to let the fear be in control.
The universe had a strange sense of humor.
I don’t want to be without you. I like who I am with you, and I don’t want to go back to who I was before.I love you, Rachel. So this will work. No matter what or who stands in our way.
…as I attempt to release her, she squeezes my hand and offers a shy smile. Something within me shifts. No, I don’t get nervous, but Brenna transports me to all sorts of new places. It’s not her physic...
I'm going to say this slowly and use little words in the hope you can follow along. If you call me Elisabeth again, I'll make sure you can never father children. Tell anyone else whose niece I am and...
I added a fucked-up thought to another fucked-up thought and I created a pile of shit.
I agree she could finance us, but the only thing I have left is my pride, and I’ll eat shit before anyone rips that from me.
I agree. I don't understand how a guy everyone is terrified of makes me feel safe. I don't understand how a guy who stayed behind to protect me when he didn't know me has been shot. I don't understand...
Pigpen saunters up beside me. He's in his midtwenties and a wall of solid muscle. Most men wet themselves when he looks in their direction. Eli wants him in.
The worst type of letting go isn’t the kicking or the screaming, because at least then there’s enough emotion left to fight. No, the worst type is the silent acceptance. The quietness of the release....
There’s something more than friendship between us. A trust and love that had taken root when we were children, something that has grown, something that once took a wrong turn and had to be pruned. Som...
My father was a strange combination of drill instructor and Alice’s white rabbit: he always had someplace important to go and enjoyed bossing everyone else around.
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