Acceptance. We want someone to look at us, and really see us—our physical flaws, our personality quirks, our insecurities. And we want them to be okay with every square inch of who we are. We’re always afraid we might be… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life—and, sometimes, to escape it. But grief was a journey through a forest of razor blades. I walked through every painful inch of it—no… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
Hmph," said Sharon . "Did you know that the numbers three and seven are sacred to vampires? There are seven vampire sects." "Seven sacred… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Let's go over it again, shall we?" "We will not shape-shift in front of your children unless it's an emergency," said Drake. "And if… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Why are you naked?" "The better to feed you, m'dear." He pointed between his legs and my gaze roved along his cock. Then I… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Do you see why we must bind? I wore the chains for you, céadsearc, because I almost mated with you that first night… I… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Terrific! Have you done Step Three?" He waggled his brows as he opened up the top left drawer of my dresser. "No. Hey! Do… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Damnú air." "You're cussing!" "I refuse to admit to uttering bad words in any language." Patrick grinned and his teeth flashed white. "Jenny has… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Psychotherapist,” I corrected. “We do the same thing as shrinks, but we use smaller words and keep our egos in check.” — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
Acceptance. We want someone to look at us, and really see us—our physical flaws, our personality quirks, our insecurities. And we want them to… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“I call upon the deamhan and the sidhe ," Ruadan prayed. "To heal their son, flesh of their flesh, magic of their magic. So… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
You look beautiful in this dress." "And yet you're trying to take it off." "You know that look that Jessica gets when she unwraps… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
