“With his buzz-cut black hair, muscles and menagerie of tattoos, the man looked like he lived in a cave and sanded timber with his head and flung innocent young women down on beds and had his wicked way with them.” — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“He ate up her pain. She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“If this was Narnia, she wanted fawns and moralistic heroes who offered you cloaks and sips of warming beverages. Not leather cuffs threaded with… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.” — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“With his buzz-cut black hair, muscles and menagerie of tattoos, the man looked like he lived in a cave and sanded timber with his… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“His words thrummed in, deep, imprinting themselves on her very deepest, deepest, deep bits. “I believe I am your destiny. You are mine, as… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.” — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“She squeezed her eyes shut. “No.” “Excuse me?” She sniffed, opened her eyes then looked up. “No. I don’t wish you to leave.” His… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“My revulsion kicked in. Sexual domination, sure. Dishes, housework, even cooking for a man, all these for some weird reason repulsed me.” — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“Everything about him enveloped her, made her crave exactly this. His possession. In her mind something relaxed; the balance shifted. She welcomed every way… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“As she reached back for the buckle, her fingers met Mr. Meisner’s. She jumped. “I can do this... Sir.” “Ah.” He brushed aside her… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“Being born of the dreams and nightmares of humans, they weren’t truly faery or demon. The semantics of labels didn’t matter. There was just… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“ Tallish. Check. Built like a bull. Check. Were there tingles in her downstairs department? Mmhmm. Check. Her pearly gates had gone into override… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
