She shook her head slowly. โI donโt believe you. You canโt be a cop.โ โNot a cop.โ โFederal agent?โ โFBI.โ โEven more unlikely.โ โJ. Edgar rolls over in his grave every day, but thatโs the way it is.
Sandra BrownI think of my books now as suspense novels, usually with a love story incorporated. They're absolutely a lot harder to write than romances. They take more plotting and real character development.
Sandra BrownAnd then he pressed into her. First his thighs, then his middle, his chest, and finally his mouth. She made a whimpering sound, but its definition was unclear even to her, until she realized that her arms had gone around him instinctually, and that she was clutching his back, his shoulders, her hands restless and greedy for the feel of him. He kissed her openmouthed, using his tongue, and when she kissed back, she felt the hum that vibrated deep inside his chest. It was the kind of hungry sound she hadnโt heard in a long time. Masculine and carnal, it thrilled and aroused her.
Sandra Brown