“I think you look...very nice." the way he said it, with a slight pause and that sexy accent, made Sharona forget all about jet lag. Instead, she was on high flirt alert.” — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“Tell me if this is too forward," he said in a low voice that was surprisingly shaky, "but do you want to come---" "Yes," she answered, exhaling hot breath on his neck. He grinned and gave her hip a squeeze. "I must say, this has been the most pleasant surprise I could imagine." "You're not very imaginative, then." She gave… — Ophelia London Copy Share
“He may have been helping me out of a pretty huge bind, but I wasn’t about to trust him, despite the way he was… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“Mel,” I began, staring down, “there’s something I have to tell you.” “I’m listening, babe.” “I kissed Henry when we were camping.” Well, it… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“It’s quite simple, really. Someone offers me chocolate cake or donuts or something, I kind of black out, then come to and I’m covered… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“She kind of accidentally bumped into his chest on the way out. Well, maybe not so accidentally. She saw his muscles through his shirt… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“Hooking up with a tall, dark stranger in a bar wasn't anywhere on her to do-do list, but as she eyed those broad shoulders,… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“The soft wool blend of his sweater felt itchy compared to his skin. Even though we’d been together all night, I couldn’t get over… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“Why was life so unfair that the one guy she felt uncontrollable chemistry with ---even when they weren't even touching ---was the only guy… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“Yes, this little vacation was just what the doctor ordered, if that doctor was of the philosophy of running away from your problems. I… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
“In the grand scheme of things, we share a mutual goal, but I'm not a distraction." He couldn't help laughing, probably loudly enough to scare a school of hammerheads. "What?" "Sharona Blaire." He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the smooth ocean surface. "You've been nothing but the sexiest, most desirable distraction of my life." The admission hung in… — Ophelia London Copy Share
“And you do know I’m the one who decides who I date”—she glared at Sam—“not you. If I want to drag this guy into… — Ophelia London Copy Share Image
