“He looked nearly inconspicuous, a handsome man in faded Levi’s and tennis shoes. A Yankees baseball cap covered his dark hair, the bill shadowing his features. Casual. Beautiful. A day’s growth of beard on his jaw did little to detract… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“If you’re as intelligent as I think, you’ll back away and give him time to examine his true desires. He’s so busy fulfilling everyone… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“How old are you, Billie?” “Thirty-three.” “With such innocent eyes for a cutthroat Illicit reporter.” She studied his expression, found it sincere. “Despite rumors… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“He looked at her in bittersweet despair. “Sometimes, Kate, when I’m inside you and your arms are around me, I’m human again. There’s a… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“She grabbed her briefcase and took a step toward him. “You don’t have a last name?” “Everyone has a last name.” His hand hovered… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“I just want, she said when he’d finally broken down her defenses. And so had he. He’d wanted her to desire him, but truthfully,… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“I won't cheapen it by buying what you sell to strangers. I'm not a stranger. I'm the woman who loves you” — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“I’m going to come,” he whispered, lips against her ear. “Deep, deep inside you.” — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“When Billie climbed into the taxi, Adrian paid the cab driver, then braced his forearms on the back window. “Billie. Have you forgotten?” “No.”… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“His voice grew more remote. She wondered if he was calling from his condominium, where he’d lost his best friend, or from Avalon, where… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“It came to him then, permeated his disjointed thoughts. Billie was teaching him—him—how to make love. With a jolt of surprise at the crashing… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“He looked nearly inconspicuous, a handsome man in faded Levi’s and tennis shoes. A Yankees baseball cap covered his dark hair, the bill shadowing… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“She was in love with a vampire. Bela Lugosi. Nosferatu. Vlad the Impaler. Count Chocula . The urge to laugh seized her and she… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“Her breath snagged in her throat, her fingers faltering on her own aching flesh. She was shamefully wet. Shamefully needful. “Do you do this… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“He’d performed like a well-oiled automaton last night, blocking out the reality of the woman taking her pleasure beneath him, banishing images of Billie… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“The lucid, rational part of Billie wanted to laugh. Here she was, out in the woods of middle-class suburbia, with a man’s fingers inside… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
