“Chloe put aside worries about her job, her life, and turned to face him. "Sex can't be the answer to everything," she… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
Sweeney: I can just see all you tough young soldiers cuddling together. Richard: Not cuddling, huddling. There's a difference. — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“You see?" he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. "All… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
By morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“She started to tell him so, but the words vanished unsaid when he abruptly thrust his hands under her skirt, all the… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“Oh, Jesus,” he said, wheezing with the effort it took to control himself. He wiped his eyes with the back of his… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“Just as he’d done to her, she slowly moved up and down, caressing him with her body, drawing out his response. He… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“She glared down at the pan. And then she kicked it. The first kick sent it tumbling a couple of feet; something… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“Over the hum of the appliances, she heard the knocking on the back door. The pain pill must not have knocked Spender… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“Milla put her hands on his ribs, holding on as he braced his weight on one arm while with his other hand… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
I'll tell you what's wrong!" he roared, "I'm trying to quit smoking!" Then he strode angrily to the truck, leaving her standing… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“He whirled her against the refrigerator, his hands hard on her waist. Startled, she dropped her purse and keys to the floor… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“He unsnapped her jeans and said, “I want you just like this.” Then he kissed her. There was nothing romantic about Diaz,… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“amusement in her eyes and had to grin. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“The door creaked as it began to open. Gray moved like lightning, slapping his left palm against the door and slamming it… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“He lifted her hand to his mouth. The touch of his lips was soft on her scraped palm, the tiny licks of… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
I have a real low tolerance for parasites, and you're so close to the limit that I'm already reaching for the flea powder. — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“amusement in her eyes and had to grin. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that excluded… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“It's daylight. Shouldn't you have burned to a crisp, or something? Don't you have to crawl into a coffin? Where do you keep it… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“Everything feels like the end of the world, and you can't reason with someone who can't see tomorrow.” — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“What?” he demanded testily. Trammell raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t say anything.” “You’re thinking something, though. You’ve got that shit-eating smirk on your face.”… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
God, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
