“Tiny.” Juliet’s firm voice brought the dog to an abrupt halt much to Ryder’s immense relief. “Sit.” The damn dog sat and Ryder threw a dark look in Tiny’s direction until he realised the dog’s head was level with Juliet’s… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Whatever am I going to do with that monster, Ryder Davis?” He gave a husky laugh. “I think you could probably just tell it… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“You should come and watch me.” She frowned. “Watch you?” A small smiled nudged his lips. She didn’t need to be a mind reader… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“If anyone had told Joss last week that she’d be dry humping a twenty-seven-year-old she’d met only five days prior in the bathroom of… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“You said he was a perfectly adequate lover." "Perfectly adequate? I dont suppose I ever said that about you?" She only had to look… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“He’s obviously very well trained. He’s probably just confused about being handed around a bit and is acting out.” Ryder didn’t think Tiny was… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.” — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Now, grip the bull tight with your thighs.” She dutifully tensed her thighs. “Not tense. Grip. Real hard with your whole thigh.” His voice… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I think you just made me forget my own name. Not even amnesia managed that.” — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“She was about to take a step back when his hand slid onto her leg. Slow and lazy. “You don’t wear your scrubs home,”… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I’ve got some good physical therapy for you. Any good at fencing?” Joss almost choked on her mouthful of coffee. She sat up straight… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
