“The kiss is different than I expected. It’s slow and tender, his lips soft and warm against mine. He tastes sweet, like the powdered sugar I spilt and the coffee with chicory he’s always drinking. It’s a perfect first kiss.” — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I can’t promise a future or that I’ll be some sniveling boyfriend who… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“Last night he made it very clear that he wants me. And, god help me, I want him too.” — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“...a small part of me that worried that Tori wouldn’t be here when I arrived, that I pushed her too far, too fast, that… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“As much as I enjoy her laughter, I don’t like the sound of her doubting herself. And that’s something else I’m going to have… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“Holy mama llama. That’s Nathanial Stone. Nathanial Stone is sitting in my booth. Nathanial Stone is in the Finewhile Diner sitting in my booth.… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“The kiss is different than I expected. It’s slow and tender, his lips soft and warm against mine. He tastes sweet, like the powdered… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“Do you want to play a game?” he asks, his tone rich and dark and sensuous like his chocolate. Every atom in me stands… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I look around, hoping I can postpone the indignity of stuttering like a lunatic in front of the sexiest man alive – according to… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I look back at Tori, who’s watching him looking worried and poised as if she’s about to rush over and help him at any… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I whisper, “What do I need?” “Release.” That one word scrapes across my nerves and lights me on fire. His deep voice dances on… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“I read the tabloids. I see the trash you bring home. You’d be lucky to land Tori.” — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“..."sometimes people fit together like they’re meant to be, and when you’ve had that, it’s impossible to settle for something less.” Again, Tori draws… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
“Beautiful,” his voice is velvet-laced iron, and it makes those thoughts come to a standstill. “I’ve told you before—it’s going to take an act… — D.L. Hess Copy Share Image
