“When she lifted her head to meet his gaze, his eyes were closed, lashes like inky brushstrokes on his cheeks. His palms came up to cup the sides of her neck, and with a shaky sigh, he rested his forehead… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“If you’re as intelligent as I think, you’ll back away and give him time to examine his true desires. He’s so busy fulfilling everyone… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“How old are you, Billie?” “Thirty-three.” “With such innocent eyes for a cutthroat Illicit reporter.” She studied his expression, found it sincere. “Despite rumors… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“He looked at her in bittersweet despair. “Sometimes, Kate, when I’m inside you and your arms are around me, I’m human again. There’s a… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“She grabbed her briefcase and took a step toward him. “You don’t have a last name?” “Everyone has a last name.” His hand hovered… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“I just want, she said when he’d finally broken down her defenses. And so had he. He’d wanted her to desire him, but truthfully,… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“I won't cheapen it by buying what you sell to strangers. I'm not a stranger. I'm the woman who loves you” — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“I’m going to come,” he whispered, lips against her ear. “Deep, deep inside you.” — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“When Billie climbed into the taxi, Adrian paid the cab driver, then braced his forearms on the back window. “Billie. Have you forgotten?” “No.”… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“His voice grew more remote. She wondered if he was calling from his condominium, where he’d lost his best friend, or from Avalon, where… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“It came to him then, permeated his disjointed thoughts. Billie was teaching him—him—how to make love. With a jolt of surprise at the crashing… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“He looked nearly inconspicuous, a handsome man in faded Levi’s and tennis shoes. A Yankees baseball cap covered his dark hair, the bill shadowing… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“She was in love with a vampire. Bela Lugosi. Nosferatu. Vlad the Impaler. Count Chocula . The urge to laugh seized her and she… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“Her breath snagged in her throat, her fingers faltering on her own aching flesh. She was shamefully wet. Shamefully needful. “Do you do this… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“He’d performed like a well-oiled automaton last night, blocking out the reality of the woman taking her pleasure beneath him, banishing images of Billie… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
“The lucid, rational part of Billie wanted to laugh. Here she was, out in the woods of middle-class suburbia, with a man’s fingers inside… — Shelby Reed Copy Share Image
