romantic-suspense

Sitting up, Jocelyn rolled her head from side to side. __een better._ __eard you__e a doctor now._ She grabbed the thermometer.__es, a veterinarian.__lacing her fist on her ample hip, Mia scoffed, __ou go to that fancy school in Washington State and now you don__ eat meat?_ __ood Lord! I__ not a vegetarian_

They had pulled me from the hemorrhaging, dying body of my mother and turned me over to the care of the man who was not my father. He had taken me home to their tiny apartment above the old hardware store and done what little he knew to take care of me. It took less than six weeks for him to realize his mistake. Maybe even less than six hours, but he never abandoned me. He clung to me as though I was the last remnant of some great and powerful love. And that gave me hope that maybe my mother was really something else and not just some girl who got knocked up by a guy whose name she didn__ even know. She was something special, someone worthy of a man__ loyalty and devotion.--Rocky Evans

Are you all right,_ he whispered, his lips brushing the tips of my spiky hair. Granted, I knew he was only being discreet so as to save poor Hillary from being reamed again, but my knees didn__ know the difference. They betrayed me, buckling under his hot breath on my ear and the deep whisper that tickled my senses.

The terror is trapped inside of him and paralyzes him. He closes his eyes again and tries to drown out the scream - but it keeps ringing and ringing and ringing in his ears.

Don__ you believe any man who makes you feel like you were just a one-time thing._ His arms tighten around me and his words tickle my ear, __ou could never be any man__ forgettable moment._ He holds me away from him and I feel ridiculously like I could melt in the dark pools of his eyes. __ou are a force to be remembered, Dacie Mae.

Nothing woke up a man as quickly in the morning as a scorpion in his pants.

He held up his hand, and in it was... Oh, God. The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell.

I am a very good cook._ When she did cook.__ood. I like to eat._ He lightly bit her palm.The too-much-air feeling in Lucy__ stomach pressed upward into her heart. __hat?_ she asked past the constriction in her chest.__hat do I like to eat?___eah.___londes with blue eyes.__h God. She pulled her hand from his. __re you hungry?__is gaze lowered to her mouth. __ could eat.

Then, if you want, we can bring her back to New York and keep her safe. If she means that much to you, she means that much to me._ My head continued to move from side to side. __ho the fuck are you?_ Nox leaned close, his cologne clouding my thoughts. ____ Batman, princess. Next time you want to fly across the country, tell me. I won__ delay two hundred people__ plans, and we can just fly in the bat plane.

The Shelly he knew had tried too hard to be sexy. This woman didn__ bother with make-up or fixing her hair. Yet she was damn near irresistible. For a second he imagined this babe chasing him around like Shelly had_ and letting her catch him. He__ have that sundress off her in no time.

He__ been trying to save this woman in his dreams for years. Now here she was, all grown up, and he still felt helpless.

He started for his office, but something was bothering him. Turning back to her, he said, __ have to know. DJ walks in and you instantly like her. You__e never liked any of the women I__e dated, and you__e never done more than share a few words with them on the phone. What is different about this one?_ he demanded, trying to keep his voice down. Marge smiled. __ou__l remember this one__ name.

She tried to shriek for help, to cry out against the blinding agony, but her mouth wouldn__ open. The scream stalled in her throat and she gagged. Oh my God. She couldn__ move her lips. She couldn__ say one word.

Mostly I'd like to be taller. If I could be a couple inches taller, just have them stretch me out, my ass would be smaller.Peabody from Secrets in Death

I play to win and if it looks like I've lost, its only because its not over yet.

You know what?_ he whispered, out of breath, __ou__e about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.

I feared that if I let him, it would be the final push over a ledge I had been precariously hovering on since the day I had first laid eyes on him.

One speck of dung will spoil the pot. In order to keep my thoughts on a high level, I put a positive construction on things.