“We should date." I laughed, curled him into my arms, and kissed the soft spot underneath his earlobe. "You're going to have… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“Is that what you think? That I follow you around to keep your ass out of trouble?" "If so, you're not very… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
How would you like your eggs?" I tried. I really did. But I glanced at his crotch and it came out anyway.… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“She tore through the wrapping and took out a blue velvet box. She glanced back at me as though unable to believe… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“A wicked grin crinkled one corner of his mouth as he secured another sticky note on the door before shutting it in… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“You can't trust anything on the Internet." "Can, too," I said, completed offended. "So, if I posted a comment saying I was… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
You either fainted or you wanted a much closer look at the cracks in the tile. Either way, you hit hard." "Seriously?"… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“With a deep regret, I wiggled out from under him despite his sleepy protests and grabbed articles of clothing as I tiptoed… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
What do you want?" "You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and soul. I want you… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I was just passing by. Saw the commotion. Figured you were involved. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“Hey, wait," I said, pulling back, "you are the son of Satan. Maybe we need a safe word." His grin morphed into… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
