“Once I’m marked as the Hunter’s daughter, what man will ever love me? I won’t dare have children for fear they might turn out like him. No one will ever want me—ever!” “That’s not true!” Bud yelled. “I want you!… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“l. She dared one more quick look at the tat, but her attention soon moved to the size of the muscle on which it… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“I love you, Robert Tate.” Bud fingered her ring. “I love you, too. I think I’m going to rest now. Promise you won’t go… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“... he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.” — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“How’s your hand?” she asked, as she opened the driver’s side door. Bud tweaked her ear. “You are such a mother hen.” Holly grinned.… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“Coal Town was primed like a john with a hard-on. All they needed was a willing hooker and it would blow.” — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“She fell asleep within minutes, unaware that the rain that had been falling since evening had turned to sleet, or that the roads were… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“Back in Tahoe, when he had broken the news to her that they had to go home, he had been put on the defensive… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“Once I’m marked as the Hunter’s daughter, what man will ever love me? I won’t dare have children for fear they might turn out… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“I didn't forget you. To this day, I have yet to walk through an airport without looking for your face, and every time it… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“Hello, Presley residence.” “Mrs. Presley, this is Dallas Memorial. I have—” Penny started to weep. “Oh my God, he’s dead, isn’t he?” “No, no,… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“he was so focused on watching where Presley went that she almost didn’t see the man he was with until they stopped beneath a… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“She frowned, thinking of going down there and explaining herself all over again, reliving the horror of finding Mimi’s body and trying not to… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
