“Apologize to the lady,” Blake’s voice was smooth, calm, and deadly. He’d also unleashed his bright green eyes on the poor bastard,… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Sara?” Blake’s voice is scorching and burns right through me. “Yes, sir?” “Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.” — Felicity Brandon Copy Share Image
“A moment of silence, then Blake’s voice crackled through static, “Can’t—” The static sounded suspiciously like crinkling paper. “Hear—” More “static” then,… — A&E Kirk Copy Share Image
