The world would be a very sad place if readers could only love one story.

It's a full time job with a part-time companion.

I swayed into him, drawn to his obsessive and insatiable raw need for me, which reflected the depth of my need for him

You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

Your kisses are mine.

From the moment I first saw him— saw through his stunning and impossibly gorgeous exterior to the dark and dangerous man inside— I’d felt the pull that came from finding the other half of myself. I needed him like I needed my heart to beat, and he’d put himself in great jeopardy, risking everything— for me.

Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.