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 came to write after several mini careers. I did live theatre, managed a cosmetics store and was a local television personality.
Sandra BrownI love being the bad guy, simply because I was always so responsible, so predictable growing up.
Sandra BrownMoving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or apology to claim her entirely. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught. Holding her gaze, he pressed himself deeper, barely easing back before pressing deep again.
Sandra Brown