I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.

Qhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOB’s skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hosts’ rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.

I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

Well...he's back in an exam room. Should I get out a quarter?" Everybody groaned. There was only one He out of the legions of male patients they treated, and coin bingo was typically how the staff decided who had to deal with him.