“No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot." He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?” — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“I’ll move heaven and earth to make you happy, Evie. I want you there when I wake up every morning and there when I… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“He'd told her she was his. That he was jealous and he wasn't sharing her. Where the hell had that come from? He didn't… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Victoria started to text something else, but then she shoved her phone in her pocket and yanked open the door. Why was she trading… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Recognition hit Victoria like an unexpected encounter with a bat.” — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Why are you giving me a hard time?" she growled. "Sweetheart, I’d love to give you a hard time. Anytime you want.” — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.” — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“You wouldn’t be asking me that if I was a man,” she said. “And frankly, it’s none of your fucking business.” Mendez nodded, once… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“She looked like a somewhat frightened and helpless woman, and yet he knew she was a deadly assassin. The same as he was. She… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Why is everything an argument with you?” For some reason, that made her smile. “You like it that way and you know it. What… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Half my damn team’s shacked up with someone they met on the job, so don’t bet any money on me not asking every motherfucker… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“He closed the distance between them, slipped an arm around her waist beneath the blanket. His fingers traced her jaw, slid into the hair… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Because being near her twenty-four seven was certain to kill him. He’d spent years thinking about her, months calling her, and hours fantasizing about… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
