“Why are you looking at me I'm chocolate cake and you're PMSing?” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“She shook her head immediately. She actually liked that he was older. More mature. Daddy issues much? Silencing” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Damn, the guy was sexy as hell. Even his feet turned her on. They were lean and long and… Oh, for chrissakes, she was… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Grabbing the T-shirt off the bed, he pulled it over his head. Plain black but not as loose as he normally wore. He turned… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“This wasn’t a fricking date. Yeah, so why are you acting like a teenager going to a dance? Because he was an idiot, that’s… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“If there was one thing she'd learned from her parents, it's that pleasure was sacred.” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Sometimes a girl needed more than Special K with Red Berries in the morning. This qualified as one of those mornings.” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Why are you looking at me I'm chocolate cake and you're PMSing?” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Sure, she’d come across one or two things she couldn’t explain. Cold spots, disembodied voices, Lady Gaga. Unfortunately, Bigfoot was not one of them.” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Collapsing over her, breathing like a freight train, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, "Name's Tim. Nice to meet you.” — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“Especially when she wrapped one hand around his cock and realized her fingers didn’t meet. Thank you, Goddess of…well, whatever goddess handled huge guys… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
“She loved hockey. Loved the speed, the agility. The fights. The men. Brawny, sweaty, messy. They let their hair grown, though no one would… — Stephanie Julian Copy Share Image
