I was like a small but devastating plague upon humanity.
His mouth was truly one of his most spectacular accomplishments. It had the gentle fullness of passion, as though he’d just made love. As though he’d just satisfied some fortuitous woman’s deepest desires.
You know, I was thinking about my in-laws.” I strolled closer, craving his heat. And his scent. And the power that continuously hummed through him like an infinite source of energy. “You know, from your supernatural side? By being married to you, I am Satan’s daughter-in-law, Jehova’s sister-in-law, and Jesus’s aunt by marriage.
Lord, help me be the sort of person my psychiatrist medicates me to be.
You didn’t bring any C-4, did you?” “Javier, you have to let that go. Let bygones be bygones.” He pulled his sidearm and clicked off the safety. “I’ll show you bygones.” “Now, now,” Garrett said, wrestling the gun from him. “Charley brings out the worst in all of us. It’s not her fault.” “He’s right,” I said. “I have a condition.
Can I get a coffee with extra coffee?
Crazy chicks are usually pretty tough.
Agent Carson pulled up in her SUV. We’d thrown her when we both climbed into her official vehicle, but I quickly explained that Reyes, my affianced, had separation anxiety.
You could ask for the world, and then where would civilization be when I conquered it and laid it at your feet.
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again? – T-SHIRT.
Help someone when they’re in trouble, and they’ll remember you when they’re in trouble again. – FORTUNE COOKIE.
His gaze rested on my mouth before making its way to my eyes again. “You could ask for the world, and then where would civilization be when I conquered it and laid it at your feet?
As far as superpowers went, if a vengeful madman hopped up on 24-Hour Sudafed and wielding a broadsword named Thor’s Morning Wood ever attacked us, we were screwed. Six ways to Sunday.
Few things in life are as surprising as having your husband, the man you gave your heart and soul to, throw you off a 350-foot building. I should know.
I’m married to a billionaire like in all those books I read where the superrich guy falls in love with the poor chick who may not have much in the way of money but is wealthy in vivacity and sprightliness and is really into bondage?
Sometimes I wrestle my demons. Sometimes we just snuggle. – BUMPER STICKER.
Last time I had a bun in the oven, I had to give up whiskey. Worst twelve minutes of my life. Thank goodness those brown-and-serve rolls bake fast.” – Father Glenn.
Why would he lie? He has the dagger. He freely admitted to taking it.” “Dutch, they lie because that is what they do. That is who they are. They lie when the truth would sound better. So, can I sever his spine yet?” “No, you can’t. I think he could be an asset.” “You’re partly right. He can be an ass.
I don’t want you to forget this moment. In about a week, I’ll come up with a scathing retort. – T-SHIRT.
Sorry I killed you. Repeatedly.