“What the hell was going on, why did I care, and why, oh why, did I not carry a pocket rocket in my purse? My girlie bits were still on fire, screaming for release after Mr. Sex God’s orgasmic touch.” — Lisa Sanchez Copy Share Image
“What the hell was going on, why did I care, and why, oh why, did I not carry a pocket rocket in my purse?… — Lisa Sanchez Copy Share Image
“A Bobfoc. Body off Baywatch, face off crimewatch." I drew in a loud breath in mock horror. "That's awful." "Maybe, but it's true," he… — Lisa Sanchez Copy Share Image
“All masculine, hard-bodied and sensual, he was a deadly weapon sent by the gods to drive women mad, and a walking billboard for all… — Lisa Sanchez Copy Share Image
“After pulling on two sports bras (Yes, two.Big boobs + running = black eyes)” — Lisa Sanchez Copy Share Image
“I swallowed hard, a hot flush blazing a trail across my skin. Reminded me of that old television show, Bonanza. You know, the one… — Lisa Sanchez Copy Share Image
“I will always come for you, a ghrá. You are my life, the very air I breathe, and I cannot be without you. Táim… — Lisa Sanchez Copy Share Image
