“My name is Søren.” Kingsley nodded and prepared words of his own. “Je t’aime,” he replied in the language God spoke. I love you.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“God, how he loved Søren. Loved him. Loved him like a father, like a brother, like a friend and a lover…and loved him like… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“With trembling hands, Zach opened the front cover and flipped to the dedication page. "To Zachary Easton, my editor. Fuck you.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn’t do to help you. And nothing I wouldn’t do to… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“What's a dissertation?" "If Satan gave you instructions for writing the book report from Hell, it would closely resemble those of a Ph.D. dissertation.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“You know I don't mind sloppy seconds. And knowing Pope Whatadick, he probably blesses is cum before he blows it” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Oh, yes, poor little me. Had to have sex with the two most beautiful men on the planet in the same night. It was… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“He had to be a hero for her. He wished the world still had dragons so he had something to slay for her.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him. "Yes, you were." "Yes, sir." "Lay down on your back." "Very… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Scar tissue, she'd once read, was the strongest of all tissues. Maybe Soren's heart was so strong because it was so scarred.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“The things she could do with her mouth would blow any man off course.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“French Vanilla,” Kingsley said. “What’s that?” “Vanilla with a strong libido and a taste for anal.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
