“What in the name of a thousand ghouls were you doing in that miserable café?” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“What in the name of a thousand ghouls were you doing in that miserable café?” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“I plan to starve you into submission,' he growled, nuzzling her breast.” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“He had to have her, he couldn't wait, the need throbbed through him hot and urgent. But here? On the wooden floor of his… — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“Seventh Heaven, I've heard of,' she admitted, 'though not in connection with astronomy.” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up… — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“What a strange sensation to have the ground under your feet shift unexpectedly. One moment rock solid, the next quivering.” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“If she wanted him to stop, she'd have to say so soon because she was driving him up so fast he felt like a… — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
