“When Billie climbed into the taxi, Adrian paid the cab driver, then braced his forearms on the back window. “Billie. Have you forgotten?” “No.” She watched the melting shift of shadows in his eyes, unable to read them. “A favor… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“If you’re as intelligent as I think, you’ll back away and give him time to examine his true desires. He’s so busy fulfilling everyone… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“How old are you, Billie?” “Thirty-three.” “With such innocent eyes for a cutthroat Illicit reporter.” She studied his expression, found it sincere. “Despite rumors… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“He looked at her in bittersweet despair. “Sometimes, Kate, when I’m inside you and your arms are around me, I’m human again. There’s a… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“She grabbed her briefcase and took a step toward him. “You don’t have a last name?” “Everyone has a last name.” His hand hovered… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“I just want, she said when he’d finally broken down her defenses. And so had he. He’d wanted her to desire him, but truthfully,… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“I won't cheapen it by buying what you sell to strangers. I'm not a stranger. I'm the woman who loves you” — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“I’m going to come,” he whispered, lips against her ear. “Deep, deep inside you.” — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“When Billie climbed into the taxi, Adrian paid the cab driver, then braced his forearms on the back window. “Billie. Have you forgotten?” “No.”… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“His voice grew more remote. She wondered if he was calling from his condominium, where he’d lost his best friend, or from Avalon, where… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“It came to him then, permeated his disjointed thoughts. Billie was teaching him—him—how to make love. With a jolt of surprise at the crashing… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“He looked nearly inconspicuous, a handsome man in faded Levi’s and tennis shoes. A Yankees baseball cap covered his dark hair, the bill shadowing… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“She was in love with a vampire. Bela Lugosi. Nosferatu. Vlad the Impaler. Count Chocula . The urge to laugh seized her and she… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“Her breath snagged in her throat, her fingers faltering on her own aching flesh. She was shamefully wet. Shamefully needful. “Do you do this… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“He’d performed like a well-oiled automaton last night, blocking out the reality of the woman taking her pleasure beneath him, banishing images of Billie… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
“The lucid, rational part of Billie wanted to laugh. Here she was, out in the woods of middle-class suburbia, with a man’s fingers inside… — Shelby Reed Copy Share
