Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?
Sylvia DayGideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.” I snorted. Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.” “He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.
Sylvia DayHe was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.
Sylvia Day