I don’t need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you’re in it.” He turned… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Do you want to suck face or not?” “Suck face?” His head fell back and he laughed, his chest vibrating against me.… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I can't bail out on Cary," I said apologetically, turning to face him. "Chicks before dicks and all that. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
There are millions of people who think that romance isn't real writing. But the only person who can make you real, make your books… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Eva," she said exasperated. "You should've established a personal style by now-and it shouldn't be sweats!" Monica, Eva Tramell's mother, in "Reflected in You” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young? — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain't cutting it with me.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I love digital books. And I actually started digital-first publishing back in 2005. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“You're the greatest risk I've ever taken. And the greatest reward. -- Gideon to Eva” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“You're so brave, Eva. So strong and honest. You're a miracle. My miracle.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Until you, I didn't consider my past as an issue. Yes, it affected certain ways I did things, but everything had its place and… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
