“ Now, if you don't mind, send one my way. Bob is getting tired." "Who's Bob? You've not told me about a Bob," Sophie said, a little hurt. "I have too," Claire said and gave her a little shove in the ar… Donna Grant
“ You're a Scott," the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting."And you're Irish. I'm so glad we got that settled. Donna Grant
“ His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you. Donna Grant
“ Erith," he said and bowed his head. Her blue-black hair hung to her hips in soft waves. Donna Grant
“ No one will bother us now." She touched his lips with her finger. "I think I'll scream if they do." "Oh, you'll be screaming. That I promise you. Donna Grant
“ I am sex and death, desire and destruction. They will die in ecstasy knowing that I was their fulfillment. My pleasure, their end. Patrick Weekes
