We have seven people who knew the skewers were there: the wedding planner, the reception hall manager, the dressmaker, the florist, the veil-maker, the cake-maker, and the caterer. I haven't ruled out...
You were happy last night. This morning is a different story.You think I have a hangover. I don't. Well a little headache, but not much. Just let this be a warning to you if you keep me from sleeping...
You have underwear.I'm glad you enjoyed it. Did you try it on?Nah. Just rubbed it against my face.
You found a pen? No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I’ll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it.
You don't have any brain damage. Any. Not even minimal. So now I have to believe in miracles, because you're a living, breathing, walking, talking miracle, and that means there's something else out th...
What? he demanded testily.Trammell raised his eyebrows. I didn’t say anything.You’re thinking something, though. You’ve got that shit-eating smirk on your face.Why would anyone smirk while they eat sh...
What could have happened to make a man look like that, as if he believed in nothing, trusted no one, and had nothing left of any value to himself except, perhaps, his own life—and that was only a perh...
The voice was calm and infinitely tender. He didn't understand the words, because unconsciousness still wrapped his mind in layers of blackness, but he heard the voice, felt it, like something warm to...
The old ladies were dressing up, she thought; the clouds draped around the mountains' shoulders like a dirty boa, with the snowcaps jutting above and the broad green bases below.
Orgasms, for her, had been what she faked with a man and provided herself when she was alone,
Jason is one of those people who is like a Slinky; you always smile when you think of watching him fall down the stairs.
It’s not something I can control, damn it. Every man I know wakes up with a hard-on.Maybe so, but they do not – repeat, - rub it on me. wasn’t rubbing it on you! It was just me!And it was just your h...
If only gossip weren't so titillating. Sweeney tried to control an avid desire to know more, to dig for all the dirty details.The temptation was great. Dirt was like fat; it made life more delicious.
His face was terrifying in its stillness, with only his eyes alive, glittering with rage. She could feel the force of his anger in the coiled strength of his body, hear it in the almost inaudible soft...
He snorted. They were probably scared.Scared! For some reason, that hurt, just a little. She felt her lower lip wobble. I'm not that bad, am I?Worse, he said cheerfully. You're hell on wheels. You're...
God save me from a woman’s way of thinking. What the hell kind of logic is that? One has nothing to do with the other. Maybe not to you, but let’s face it, you’re plankton, and I’m a higher life form....
Don’t you want it?Want what?The engagement ring.Oh, is that what’s in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me? Boy, this was such a big transgression I would have to write it in block letters on i...
—¿Sabes por qué se llama síndrome premenstrual?—No te atreverás —amenazó ella—. Sólo las mujeres pueden hacer chistes de eso.—Porque la expresión «enfermedad de las vacas locas» ya estaba cogida.
You see? he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. All I have to do is touch you. It’s the same for me, Faith. I don’t like this worth a d...
You look like you're about to puke, he observed, pushing his cart forward.With a quick, inner shake she gathered herself and cut him off to take her rightful position as lead cart. I was trying to ima...