He was like chocolate-covered heroin, and I was an addict through and through.
Dude,ā I said, leaning over the desk, āIām about as psychic as a carrot.
Don't judge me because I'm quiet. No one plans a murder out loud.
In Cookie's defense, it was raining wildcats and rabid dogs.
His gaze slid over me like a veil of fire. He could ignite my deepest desires with a single glance. I decided right then and there no more reading romance novels by candelight.
Having Reyes so near is painful. I think it has apoplexy." "Do you even know what that means?" "No, but it sounds serious. Like Ebola. Or hives