“Pourquoi?" Kingsley demanded. "Why? You take her every way you can, every chance you have. Why her and not me?" Soren hadn't replied, and for that Kingsley had been forever grateful. He knew the answer, but to hear it would… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“God, how he loved Søren. Loved him. Loved him like a father, like a brother, like a friend and a lover…and loved him like… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“With trembling hands, Zach opened the front cover and flipped to the dedication page. "To Zachary Easton, my editor. Fuck you.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn’t do to help you. And nothing I wouldn’t do to… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“What's a dissertation?" "If Satan gave you instructions for writing the book report from Hell, it would closely resemble those of a Ph.D. dissertation.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“You know I don't mind sloppy seconds. And knowing Pope Whatadick, he probably blesses is cum before he blows it” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Oh, yes, poor little me. Had to have sex with the two most beautiful men on the planet in the same night. It was… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“He had to be a hero for her. He wished the world still had dragons so he had something to slay for her.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him. "Yes, you were." "Yes, sir." "Lay down on your back." "Very… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Scar tissue, she'd once read, was the strongest of all tissues. Maybe Soren's heart was so strong because it was so scarred.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“The things she could do with her mouth would blow any man off course.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“French Vanilla,” Kingsley said. “What’s that?” “Vanilla with a strong libido and a taste for anal.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
