“It had been a week since he’d ambushed her. She’d hoped the lack of contact would get him out of her mind. Instead, she felt like a junkie whose drug of choice was being withheld.” — Laura Oliva Copy Share Image
“You don't limp at all. Your recovery is going well." "Yes." Though whether someone ever fully recovered from losing a limb, he didn't know. He sure as hell hadn't. It had been five years, and still there were days when… — Laura Oliva Copy Share Image
“Even her beauty had sharp edges. Her long ebony hair was cut like a razor blade. Her face was strong and fine.But her eyes.… — Laura Oliva Copy Share Image
“His raspy voice cut through the blackness, darker than the blackness. 'Mine.” — Laura Oliva Copy Share Image
“When had she moved so close? Her brain screamed at her to back away. She would regret this. She already regretted this.” — Laura Oliva Copy Share Image
“It had been a week since he’d ambushed her. She’d hoped the lack of contact would get him out of her mind. Instead, she… — Laura Oliva Copy Share Image
“You don't limp at all. Your recovery is going well." "Yes." Though whether someone ever fully recovered from losing a limb, he didn't know.… — Laura Oliva Copy Share Image
“The way he smiled with just one corner of his mouth said he’d show her a good time if she let him.” — Laura Oliva Copy Share Image
