“He should have left long ago. He actually did once – or nearly did, but Zelda pulled him back. Not that he needed any persuasion with her warm, welcoming body the ultimate Nirvana and his libido operating within the very… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“One of my favorite quotes is from a local hairdresser who went off to live in Rome. Lucky guy. Anyway, he used to sign… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“So he wanted a night of sex with the voluptuous Lady Grafton, it looked as though the old mainstay of suave flattery was on… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“You are a witch,” he whispered, “because I’m thinking about moving heaven and earth so I don’t have to wait. Name the time and… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“He should have left long ago. He actually did once – or nearly did, but Zelda pulled him back. Not that he needed any… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“She writhed helplessly against his steely grip, her frantic movement only furthering the progress of his softly caressing tongue. In moments, Hazard forced a… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“He’d only just met her, he told himself, as though the newness and novelty was the explanation for his unusual feelings. Or perhaps he… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“Well, thank you, ma’am,” he said still breathing hard, his heated body sleek with sweat, his smile angelic. “We … try.” — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“How did you know?’ she asked as he sat her on her feet inside the door. ‘I didn’t. This was just in case.’ he… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“…she sipped her drink and tried not to stare at Dalgliesh. But he was murderously handsome, dark as a gypsy, with sleepy, bedroom eyes,… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“You Mademoiselle are hardly in a position to remonstrate. The entire world has no doubt been at your feet from the cradle.” “Would you… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“Sometimes she wasn't even sure she existed and could not have said what her truest feelings were, or indeed where she ended or began.… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
“…‘I haven’t seen you before.’ His voice was velvet soft, lazy with provocation. But his gaze wasn’t lazy; it was predatory, like an animal… — Susan Johnson Copy Share
