“Hours later, in bed, too tired to sleep and too awake to dream, my cell phone buzzed on my nightstand, lighting up the room. It was from Sully. Or, as he’d apparently named himself in my phone, the hottest guy… — Callie Hart Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know if you took sugar.” “I don’t.” “Let me guess. You’re sweet enough?” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “No, Lang. I’m not… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“I think I’m gonna have to catch her when she collapses against me, face pressed into my chest, but I don’t. She’s just tired… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“She’s telling me not to freak out. Oh, holy fuck I must look like a complete psycho right now if Lacey is trying to… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“You think I'm right out of a horror film, don't you?" "Well this is hardly a fairy tale, is it?" "It could be. If… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“A deviant spark flares in his eyes, daring me to deny him. I don’t. I can’t. He slides his fingers forward, groaning, pushing them… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“Zeth’s chest is heaving, too. And he’s wearing that wicked smirk again. Holy fuck, I don’t care if he’s dangerous. I don’t care if… — callie hart Copy Share
“He was wealthy third generation Irish landowner arrogant. And where the hell did he even get a motorcycle out here?” — Callie Hart Copy Share
“Hot damn. I kind of hate him, but his larger-than-life presence, his magnetism, the way he looks at me like he’s already inside me…he… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“Firstly,” he said, holding up his index finger. “I wanted to thank you. I know…I know I’m not an easy person to be around,… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“In the end, the decision had been obvious, though sad. And so here I was, on another plane. Wheels up. Thirty thousand feet. Another… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“Michael’s beyond hot. With that beautiful, warm skin tone of his and those shockingly bright blue eyes,” — Callie Hart Copy Share
“This is what true pleasure feels like. It’s not just the softness of a kiss. It’s not just the delicate touch of hands on… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“A nuclear bomb would have to detonate inside my chest cavity to stir even the faintest of responses from the lump of flesh that… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“Hours later, in bed, too tired to sleep and too awake to dream, my cell phone buzzed on my nightstand, lighting up the room.… — Callie Hart Copy Share
“told you once this could be a fairy tale if you let it. And I told you the part I’d play in that fairy… — Callie Hart Copy Share
