“Can I tell you something without it going to your head?" Shelby murmured as she ran her fingers down his chest, over his ribs. "Probably not." His voice had thickened from the pleasure of being touched. "I'm reasily flattered." "In… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“They had to pretend because our high-ranking politician knew not a word of English (well, when he said goodbye he did risk a “Good luck”) and the high-ranking British politician knew not a word of Spanish (although she did say… — Javier Marias Copy Share Image
