You aristocratic ladies and your gold-plated twats. You always think it’s such a honor for me to touch you.” He surveyed her with mocking green eyes. “You think you’re the first high-kick wench I’ve ever had? I used to have blue-blooded bitches like you pay me to do this. You’ve gotten it for free.
There isn’t going to be a ‘next lover,’” Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. “I’m the only man she’s going to have.
Of all the things he wants,” Liberty said, “money’s the easiest to get.
Because you need me,” he said, drawing in his breath as she squirmed against him. “Just as I need you.” He crushed his mouth to hers. “I’ve needed you for years.” Another kiss, this one deep and drugging, his tongue searching her intimately.
In defense of geeks,” Justine said, “they’re great in bed. They fantasize a lot, so they’re really creative. And they love to play with gadgets.
A gleam of humor flickered in those obsidian eyes. “I should warn you, Hannah: when we meet at Stony Cross Park, take care to avoid the mistletoe. For both our sakes.
Friends are the support bras of life. We don’t let each other down.
Jesus, you get sentimental when you’re high on paint fumes.
Miss Marva’s driving technique was at best creative, and at worst she was an accident waiting to happen.
Then, as now, there were always girls who were overlooked and ignored by gentlemen who really should have known better.
Cam has been an outsider for his entire life. Even when he lived with the Rom. I think he’s always secretly hoped he could someday find a place where he would belong. But until he met you, it didn’t occur to him that it might not be a place he was looking for, but a person.” – Evie to Amelia.
From the very first time she’d been able to find the chinks in his armor.
Well... I’m a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I’ve been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked. -St. Vincent.
And he raised his glass to her. It could have been a compliment. Or the most sarcastic gesture anyone had ever made to her.
In all my longing for a family and a home, I’d never quite been able to decide what they should have looked like. But this house looks and feels so right, so perfect, it seems impossible any other place would suit me half so well.
Never be afraid to hope,” Rohan said gently. “It’s the only way to begin.
I’d agree with you, except that agreeing with you probably means I’m on the wrong side of the argument.” “-Cam Rohan.
He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kiss to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.
You’d be surprised what people say across the manicure table.
But one wrong half turn of a steering wheel, one patch of wet road, one out of control moment, and the amount of life measured out to Victoria Nolan had run cruelly short.