"What's a kiss?" He asked in my right ear, sending a shiver up my spine. "What's a kiss?" He was suddenly on my left. "What's a kiss." I heard from above. "Tell me, Lucilia." I placed my hand on the back of my neck, defeatedly shook my head and sighed. "Alright." Everything immediately became deathly silent and still...
"Don't bite your lip in front of me like that, Buttercup, or I might have to bend you over and f*ck you right here in this musty old library." Although he practically whispered, his deep voice was rough, almost a growl. He brushed his thumb across my lips, while moving his other hand from the wall to grab my waist and...
Scars... Some are worn on the outside and read like a book, others are hidden on the inside, unseen but shape every fabric of our being. Alpha Chris has his share of scars. He wears them like badges of honour, having earned them protecting his pack. Jess carries hers on the inside, a collection of secret shame... Afte...
Men are trash--at least that's what Anne believes. But what if this photographer finds herself inexplicably attracted to an obnoxious womanizer who's only supposed to be the subject of her photo exhibit? Can she stick with her views, or will she break her own rule to risk things with him? *** Twenty-six-year-old Anne...
"His gaze holds mine like a spell, like a dangerous, delirious kind of magic. I swallow, my heart racing, my head filling with panic and confusion and anticipation and an inexplicable, unidentifiable hunger. . ." When Rosalyn Clark moves into her new apartment, she unwillingly becomes involved in the criminal antics o...