“Do not tell me what I think you're going to or I swear to God, I'm going to fly to Brazil and go all black ops on this guy for cheating on you.” — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“finished our conversation yet.” “We haven’t?” Ben asked, lowering to the bench” — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“The ferocity of her passion was what he'd been waiting for night after torturous night. He wanted her to hunger the way he hungered.… — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“Tonight, after we're done with the bank, we're going to finish this. Somewhere it's just the two of us. But if I keep kissing… — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“Hot damn, Diego Santero looked fine soaking wet. Everything about him radiated potent masculinity, from the slick, dark hair that drew emphasis to the… — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“Calm down. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't need this knife to do it.” — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“Her gaze slid up the thick muscles of his arm, imagining her hand doing the same, imagining what it would feel like to explore… — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“He liked the sound of her voice, husky and low in a way that got him thinking about pinning her to the rock and… — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“I'll carry you." But she was already holding on, and though she knew she'd have to soon, she didn't see how she'd ever be… — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“She dribbled water over his neck and back. The towel didn't quite soak up all of it, and drops raced down his back, trailing… — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“They were opposite in so many ways, but it was the kind of difference that was balancing-her softness with his steel, his instinct and… — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“We're going balls to the wall, guys. Our sneak-and-peak just turned into a hostage rescue” — melissa cutler Copy Share Image
