I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.

Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see ’em?

I'm so very grateful to the readers who put down their hard-earned money to read what I write. They don't have to do that. They choose to. And I try and earn that trust every time I put out a book. I know that sometimes the stories head into challenging territory and I respect that that can be hard. It's a wonderful journey, though, and I'm so glad we're all on it together!

There aren't any syringes." Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. "I know you'll use this wisely." "Wisely?" She snapped the syringe out of his hand. "No, I'm going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that's what they trained me to do in medical school.

Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.

How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.