“He dragged her to him, and she, being equally focused on attaching her mouth to his, lost her balance. Stepping in for… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“He'd pushed and pushed and pushed until she had nowhere else to go but away from him. He'd been young back then… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“This was the stuff of novels with -- yeah -- men like him on the cover.” — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“The sooner it's over, the sooner we can go back to bed. Everything good happens in bed.” — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“Adam swallowed thickly. "Can you see the future?" "I see many futures." "Many?" "As many futures as there are choices." "Do I defeat the… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“Maybe the Indirect Surveillance thing cost him brain cells. Good thing he was so pretty.” — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“Maisie was willing to bet there’d be a third living room within. Because what else would they do with all this space but buy… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“He was huge, no missing that, but she was determined to have him regardless.” — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“Banshee. Beauty. And, well, badass. He always knew she had it in her.” — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“He dragged her to him, and she, being equally focused on attaching her mouth to his, lost her balance. Stepping in for the save,… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“Lady Amunsdale," Talia said, looking around the room. Nothing. Ridiculous. She tried again, louder, with melodrama. "Lady Amunsdale. Please grace us with your presence."… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“I want to know--or understand something. I've been sick my whole life. What is the point of being alive if I never get to… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“How very…underhanded of him to hide these chiseled abs and dizzying obliques with suits. Steve-o had been holding out on her.” — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“Kathleen," he calls, his voice a groan. There is magic in names. Can she hear him? "Kathleen," he calls again, louder. Behind him, the… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“Whatever was going on with Rook and Coll officially didn’t matter anymore. They’d just have to rot in prison by themselves. He’d join them… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
