As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo.
Karen Marie MoningDishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.
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Karen Marie MoningLike is an emotion. Emotionsโโhe raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightlyโโare like holding water. You open your hand, thereโs nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.
Karen Marie MoningHe wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.
Karen Marie MoningThere was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise. There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didnโt care.
Karen Marie Moning