“You want me, Bella. Why are we playing this game?” Your voice is equal parts gravel and silk and I feel the question against my skin, pouring into my blood like an injection of heated desire.” — Denyse Bridger Copy Share Image
“Why don't you come with me and you can judge for yourself?" Challenge hung between them for a few minutes, then Rahve shrugged and… — Denyse Bridger Copy Share Image
“You want me, Bella. Why are we playing this game?” Your voice is equal parts gravel and silk and I feel the question against… — Denyse Bridger Copy Share Image
“Decadent, rich chocolate; thick, silken, sweet cream; and the coolest breath of satin stroked over quivering skin... He was near...” — Denyse Bridger Copy Share Image
