“Which is your bad shoulder?" His brows knit together. "The left," he said carefully. She slugged him in the right. He staggered. Steadied himself. Grinned. "Is that like some weird Wyoming mating ritual thing I should know about?" "Damn you,"… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go. — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
Without illusions. I love you because you are fallible and because your poor misguided testosterone-corrupted brain has you doing cartwheels trying not to be.… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
“The little imp had gone Brazilian. Damn him for a sinner but the thoughts that zinged through his mind would make the roof of… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
“Nose to nose with her, he gave her his best bad dog snarl. "You've forgotten who and what you're dealing with here, princess. So… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
Amy sat back and grinned. "You just smiled." That was definitely something else she could get used to. Of course, he frowned immediately. "I… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
Men. <...> They're idiots. It's like they all take a vow of stupidity or something. — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
“Damn," Crystal sputtered, looking up from the dictionary in disbelief. "Oenophlygia: the state of being dunk. It really is a word". Johnny gloated unabashedly.… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
“He wasn't a romantic. Had never thought himself as sentimental. But he wanted this one last kiss. "Well", he said, his voice hoarse and… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
“Bastards have pissed me off," Reed snarled, out of breath, as he backed into the open armory door. "They hit me in the face."… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
Go away. I told you, I'm not interested." She looked from his lap to his face. "Your nose is growing too. — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
“The door to the situation room door opened, drawing her attention to a tall, lean man with eyes as sharp as razors. The sound… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
