“Unbalanced?” She nodded vehemently as she lifted her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Insane. P-positively mad.” She opened bleary,… — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“Her hands clutched at his upper arms. “Y-you make me feel…” He glanced up at her, saw the way she was biting… — Edie Harris Copy Share Image
“The polite thing would be to go back inside, give you privacy when you read it. But, I’m just not that mature.'… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
