“I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.” — Flora Roberts Copy Share Image
“Mr. Carter cleared his throat. “Soy sauce.” He deadpanned. “Really, Sera?” — Flora Roberts Copy Share Image
“I don’t blame you for being upset, Sera. But what you need to be doing is getting pissed as fuck and then stab him… — Flora Roberts Copy Share Image
“If I were you, I’d clear those cobwebs out because there isn’t a shop-vac out there strong enough to handle that job.” — Flora Roberts Copy Share Image
“You should really be more careful who you let put their hands on you.” A silky male voice hummed as hot, minty breath wafted… — Flora Roberts Copy Share Image
“When I make love to you, Lanie, I want you to feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you, loving you, worshiping… — Flora Roberts Copy Share Image
“I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.” — Flora Roberts Copy Share Image
