“I had no idea how it knew, but it knew I knew, and I knew it, and there was no point in… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He’s disturbingly sexual to men and women alike in a way that sets your teeth on edge. With Barrons you aren’t sure… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I get it the whole idea of willingly going to hell for someone. Living there insane if you have to because you’d… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Did you fuck him?” “Ah!” I yelled. “Of course not!” I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Why have you chosen to spare me?” “I want us to be…what is your word? Friends.” “Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.” “I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I’m heir to the “sex is just sex” generation and I hate it. Not only friends have sex, people who don’t like… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He places the last pillow on the pile and looks at me. He jerks his head to the pile of pillows. “I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Ms. Lane.”Barrons’ voice is deep, touched with that strange Old World accent and mildly pissed off. Jericho Barrons is often mildly pissed… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Mac draws up short to keep from slamming into Barrons and her blonde hair swings back over her shoulder, brushing his face… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
