Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
They were back. The demons in all their glory. And they had a plan. I made plans sometimes, too, but they rarely… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Garret Swopes was a lot like a hot gay friend only he wasn't gay, which was too bad because then I could… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Did you get checked out?” “Yeah, by a hot blond who sat in the corner of the bar and made googly eyes… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Where have you been?" I stepped into my apartment and met Uncle Bob's glare with one of my own. "Out trying to… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
after an epic search, I finally found something neither green nor fuzzy. It was a hot sausage link. I named it Peter,… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
A sheriff arrested me. I could be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure my men-in-uniform fetish began that day. The sheriff was hot.… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I have three words for you," EMT Guy said. "Possible internal bleeding." I turned back to him. "Don't you think if I was bleeding… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
God I loved Sammy. I’d considered marrying him, but his wife got upset when I asked for his hand. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“Oh, my god, I don't know. What do you want?" "You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“If ever there was a time to carry a flashlight, it would definitely be at night.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
In three hundred feet, turn right," Darth Vader said. The Darth Vader. I felt like we were friends now. Like I could tell him… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“The asshole slipped Peggy a five-spot to bring him his burger first. Never trust a man with a penis.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“I reported to work the next morning looking like something the cat dragged in, half eaten yet somehow still alive.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
