“outside Eli Harris’ pokey office. The single room space he rents is upstairs above a very questionable Chinese takeaway,” — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know if you took sugar.” “I don’t.” “Let me guess. You’re sweet enough?” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “No, Lang. I’m not… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“I think I’m gonna have to catch her when she collapses against me, face pressed into my chest, but I don’t. She’s just tired… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“She’s telling me not to freak out. Oh, holy fuck I must look like a complete psycho right now if Lacey is trying to… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“You think I'm right out of a horror film, don't you?" "Well this is hardly a fairy tale, is it?" "It could be. If… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“A deviant spark flares in his eyes, daring me to deny him. I don’t. I can’t. He slides his fingers forward, groaning, pushing them… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“Zeth’s chest is heaving, too. And he’s wearing that wicked smirk again. Holy fuck, I don’t care if he’s dangerous. I don’t care if… — callie hart Copy Share Image
“He was wealthy third generation Irish landowner arrogant. And where the hell did he even get a motorcycle out here?” — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“Hot damn. I kind of hate him, but his larger-than-life presence, his magnetism, the way he looks at me like he’s already inside me…he… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“Firstly,” he said, holding up his index finger. “I wanted to thank you. I know…I know I’m not an easy person to be around,… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“In the end, the decision had been obvious, though sad. And so here I was, on another plane. Wheels up. Thirty thousand feet. Another… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“Michael’s beyond hot. With that beautiful, warm skin tone of his and those shockingly bright blue eyes,” — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“This is what true pleasure feels like. It’s not just the softness of a kiss. It’s not just the delicate touch of hands on… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
