“It’s not something I can control, damn it. Every man I know wakes up with a hard-on.” “Maybe so, but they do not – repeat, do not - rub it on me.” “ ‘Every man I know’ wasn’t rubbing it… — 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
“Oh, Jesus,” he said, wheezing with the effort it took to control himself. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “You… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“Don’t you want it?” “Want what?” “The engagement ring.” “Oh, is that what’s in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me?” Boy,… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“She had no sense of time, of what day it was, or anything beyond the bed she was on and the unceasing battle she… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
