When something horrible happens, your brain doesn’t process the memories right. It stores everything – sounds, pain, smells, feelings – all mixed up. It doesn’t matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored.
Master Vance – Lovers are allowed to explode if a little female puts her pretty ass in danger.
That was not only the final straw but the entire pile of hay.
After I kill someone, I like to sit in the shower and cry.” “Of course. It’s good to have traditions.” He tucked her into his side as easily as if she were Jamie.
Can’t you hurry? Please?” “It’ll get done when it gets done, lady.
Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.
Kim flicked her fingers in annoyance. “The scum suckers didn’t want to hear they’re not gods in the bedroom or that you could possibly want anything other than what they did.” She snickered. “Really, Linda, you should be ashamed, crushing their little egos.
God didn’t promise us safety. Just a chance to live. To love.
I’m a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break.” – Logan.
Submissives don’t get what they want. They get what they need.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot shoot, the courage to shoot the things I can, and the wisdom to hide their bodies.
Nothing felt as right as pleasing a woman with his littermate beside him. As.
God, two men in one day had made her blush. Worse – were making her hornier than an off-duty Marine in Taiwan.
Unlike the in-your-face authority of other Doms, Master Jake’s power was a lazy riptide, drawing a submissive under his command before she even realized she’d surrendered.
Nice shooting, Zeb.” Zeb shrugged off the compliment and returned to instructing. “Sight with both eyes. Breathe out. Squeeze gently, like you’d stroke a male’s balls.” His lips quirked. “Oh.
Jessica – “You might be a Mistress, but you’re also in our gang. And a woman needs her posse around her when things go bad.
She’d captivated him the moment he’d seen her, which seemed a mite odd. He wasn’t some pimple-faced boy to fall for a girl on first sight, but he had. Maybe it was a sign of going senile?
Cowards never start. The weak never finish. Winners never quit.
She had. She’d touched him, washed him. The words came easier under his dark brown gaze. “Master R’s.” “Good. Kimberly, are you afraid of Master R?” “Sometimes.” His laugh rang out, the darkly male one she loved that meant she’d surprised him – delighted him. His grin flashed at her. “There’s an answer to warm a dom’s heart.
You should be respected and cherished for your generosity. Not taken advantage of.
When things get out of control and everyone around you is screaming and losing their minds, look for the quiet one and stick to him. He’s fixing to cut fence and sort some bastards out.