“Just like your father, Ryan—blunt, abrasive and cursing like a sailor.” He moved closer until he was just inches from him and added with a wink, “Everything I liked about him.” — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“Cora, you can turn around now. Your virgin eyes won’t be offended any longer.” — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“One mere glance at you should bring a man to his knees. And the way you fuck? Damn, babe. You’re like a little slice… — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“Why didn’t she wake me up?” “Haven’t you heard the expression ‘let sleeping dogs lie’?” Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Werewolves are not dogs, Shaye. How… — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“You may come in. I won’t bite,” he said with a wry grin. He watched her shut the door behind her and walk further… — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“Nothing your dirty little mouth can’t resuscitate.” “I have the dirty mouth?” “I am clearly the master, but you’re not too bad yourself. And… — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“Luca scoffed. “Wolves never change.” “Excuse me?” Ryan demanded. “All about instant gratification. Reacting purely on instinct and engaging in mindless acts of violence… — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“If it makes you feel better to continue to deny it to yourself, so be it. I will not take an unwilling woman. But… — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“You’re in my heart. My head. I can feel you in my fucking bones. You possess every part of me.” — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“You will never be able to forgive me for killing your father, so don’t waste your time trying. Instead, you need to see past… — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
“Pretty boy, huh? So you like what you see?” “I don’t usually hear that line until a guy pulls his cock out.” “Happy to… — Franca Storm Copy Share Image
