She’s my mate; that makes her mine. Forgetting that will see your neck no longer serving its purpose.” “I love it when you talk dirty,” she purred. “Give my regards to Lindsay. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
There are millions of people who think that romance isn't real writing. But the only person who can make you real, make your books… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Eva," she said exasperated. "You should've established a personal style by now-and it shouldn't be sweats!" Monica, Eva Tramell's mother, in "Reflected in You” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young? — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain't cutting it with me.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I love digital books. And I actually started digital-first publishing back in 2005. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“You're the greatest risk I've ever taken. And the greatest reward. -- Gideon to Eva” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“You're so brave, Eva. So strong and honest. You're a miracle. My miracle.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Until you, I didn't consider my past as an issue. Yes, it affected certain ways I did things, but everything had its place and… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
