Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he was probably allergic to bread and fishes, so could He possibly do him a quick chicken salad... — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“By the time he released her mouth, she was limp and passive, all her consciousness focused on the sensations that drew her toward some unknown end. Opening her eyes, Daisy looked at him through a haze of sensuality. “That…that was… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
