romantic-suspense

The ferocity of her passion was what he'd been waiting for night after torturous night. He wanted her to hunger the way he hungered. To need like he needed.

First of all, I__ not a __ilitary type._ Second, I never proclaimed to be a gentleman of any kind. I just like the facts straight up. There__ no bullshit to wade through to get to the truth." Dylan

I think of it like a caterpillar--a wrinkly, ugly worm with traces of dull colors on it. But when the worm metamorphoses, it becomes something truly beautiful._ Charli

Full of intrigue, tangled pasts, and raw emotions, [Gambling On A Secret by Sara Walter Ellwood] is guaranteed to keep you turning pages from start to finish and then wishing for one more chapter!

Let me put it this way. You, my beautiful girl, have the power to really hurt me, with how I feel about you. Far more than anyone else ever has or ever could. I don__ know if you realize that.

I should have trusted you_the woman I fell in love with.

Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio.

You make velocity look good.

So,_ he said, as he continued to pull on her arm, bringing her closer. __o you accept my apology?__iola opened her mouth to say not yet,_ because she couldn__ afford to give up the power she currently held over him.That was when he kissed her.

His jaw was clenched. His breathing became labored, like he was carrying something heavy. She watched the muscles in his throat working, Adam__ apple bobbing as he swallowed, hard.Victory.At that moment, she knew he wouldn__ try to stop her. She stepped forward, raised herself up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Softly. Then she pulled back, challenge unspoken.Come on, Sam. Fight for me.

You won't believe what I'm capable of, Phoenix.

Bitch, please,_ Brady pursed his lips like a duck. __ou know I__l be the belle of the cell block with my creamy smooth skin and my tight little ass.

A few moments ago, he'd had her up against a wall, skirt shoved up to her belly button, hands in her panties, his fingers driving her straight to oblivion, and now... now he was this intense, cool, calm, and collected man. With a gun. "Breanne. Are you ok?" She stared at him. He had his shirt loose and draped over the bulge of his gun. He looked rough-and-tumble. Baddass. Damn it, she had a serious weakness for badass.

Is it weird that I think it's hot when you boss me around?" Her gaze snapped up to his, her blue eyes darkening with unmistakable hunger.... "I can take bossing you around to a whole other level if you'd like," she murmured.

Why do you do this?_ she asked.__o what?___ollow me around. Look at me as if you find me fascinating. Touch me, and say nice things to me. And then, you pull away as if you did nothing at all._ She gave him a self-deprecating smile. ____e already agreed to tell you everything I know. There__ no need for these games.

The princess requests your princess at the Kronig. She says_ Bendsten paused, a smile curling his normally taciturn expression into one of humor. __ne kidnapping deserves another.

I'm still a little hungry." She shot a sly glance at Ronan before tangling her fingers in his. "Not quite sure what I want, though.""Could've fooled me," Ronan murmured.

She wanted him, but she didn't want to want him.