“Last night they hadn’t even fucked. What the hell was the point of protective custody if you weren’t at least going to… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“I want that. I don’t think a week goes by I don’t dream about it. The way it feels to move inside… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“I don’t recall you playing much tennis. As for the gymnastics…" His sexy growl of a laugh seemed to snag Elliot in… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“Only in academia did people talk such bullshit and expect to be taken seriously” — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“His knee was killing him, was not going to support him for much longer, but of far greater importance seemed the erection… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“Emma sat up very straight in the saddle. Her eyes were huge, but she said bravely, “I could do it!” “I know you can.”… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“Max's scarred brow crinkled. He reached for the coffee mug on his desk. “Motive is tricky. See, what might be a good reason for… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“It was nearly five before Jake walked in. He was sunburnt, wet, and smelled faintly of fish. Sexy as hell. Don’t ask me to… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“Law enforcement hardened you. It made you cynical about people. Even people you loved. The people who deserved your unconditional trust.” — josh lanyon Copy Share Image
“So you're like a ... an amateur sleuth?" "God no. I'm more like the hapless guys in those film-noir flicks we used to watch.… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“ 'You know what I thought the first time I saw you?' 'No.' 'Point of no return.' ” — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
I love you," Jake whispered. "Are you strong enough for this?" I made myself comfortable. Said over my shoulder, "Sure." "Would you tell me… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
