“God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.” “No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“He was the gorgeous one, brute strength wrapped into one sex god of a man.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“high-pitched squeaks could only mean one thing: her brother Roman and his best friend Cash had arrived.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Baby, you want to talk about what happened, go for it. I’m listening. But you know, I’m no angel, and I’m not finished dancing… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Yeah, thanks, man. That’ll be like catching Niagara fucking Falls with a fly net.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
