“You feel that, Harper?” She snatched back her hand. “If you mean my goodwill evaporating with every second you’re standing here, then, yeah, I feel it.” “I think we’re havin’ a thing.” They were. Oh, God, they were.” — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Hockey is not for pussies. Technically, it’s defined as a sport. Words like play and game get thrown around liberally to shield its true… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Compounding her misery was the fact it was the worst day of the year for a singleton : Valentine's Day. Whatever. She preferred to… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Vadim sat up, unfairly pulling the towel over his groin so she missed the main attraction. Had he changed in the intervening years? If… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“We should be in my bed right now. I should be kissing your breasts, sucking your nipples, tasting your honey. I should be sinking… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“And then that mouth was speaking Russian, rough, sexy, sweet nothings that drove her wild. Forced out all common sense. His mouth trailed her… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“She cracked a sexy smile with a side of condescension. “Jack, I’m not looking to know you.” No, she wasn’t, unless you counted biblically.… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“those puppies could incapacitate the biggest, baddest jock and have him crying all the way home to Mom. Give her a vagina any day—it… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Did you really think we were going to let Stroger get away with what he did, Harper? Isobel had a little chat with that… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Bella, they are one and the same. I will not be satisfied with a woman who has no dreams or ambitions. My woman is… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
