Okay, you're right; she's so hot I could walk on three legs every time I see her.Now you're talkin'.I'll break your back and chop off your legs if you call her.That's my boy!
Women, music, beer, and pie. Rurik, you're just an all-American guy.
So do I, Mrs. Hardy. Six o’clock, then.
Blake filled her world. The sweaty male scent of him was in her nostrils, the slippery texture of his hot skin under her hands; the unbearably erotic taste of his mouth lay sweetly on her tongue. At s...
amusement in her eyes and had to grin. How are you feeling? he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that excluded everyone else in the cafe and made several women draw in their breath....
She was holding her breath, waiting to start living.
She shook her head, as if she couldn’t
Know why PMS is called PMS? Don’t you dare, she threatened. Only women can tell PMS jokes. Because ‘mad cow disease’ was already taken.
If he’s in love with someone else, then what does it matter whether or not he’s slept with her?
He was gone, but she wasn't free of him.
You remember the 'be quiet' part of the rules? Embrace it.
She’d wanted love, a husband and children, a home filled with laughter and security, the things she’d never had as a child. She’d stopped even dreaming about them, she realized, and that was the sadde...
Nice is good. It doesn’t sound exciting, but think about it. I think Mr. Perfect would be kind to kids and animals, help old ladies across the street, not insult you when your opinion is different fro...
I have a blanket behind the seat, a thick wool one. We can cuddle on the bleachers, and with the blanket wrapped around us no one will know if I sneak a feel every now and then. I’ll know. God, I hope...
He was different from every other man she knew. He was capable of loving; he was at once a laughing daredevil and a hard-hitting businessman. But most of all, he needed her. Other patients had needed...
He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you.What do you mean, trouble? She sat up, glaring back at him. I am not trouble!...
Calmly, deliberately, he moved his hands down to her breasts and molded his fingers over them. Jay inhaled sharply, and he said, Easy, easy, as he stroked the soft mounds. Steve, no. But her eyes were...
A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.
Her eyes were raw, burning with the hell inside her.
A small village lay just over the farthest hill. When he had to feed, he went there. And when he left after feeding, the people he'd met, even those he'd fed upon, immediately forgot he'd been there a...