Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it. — 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
“I spotted Mr. Reyes Farrow standing next to his stunning ’70 Plymouth ’Cuda. Classic. Dark. And all muscle. The car was hot, too.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I was just passing by. Saw the commotion. Figured you were involved. — 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
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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I have three words for you," EMT Guy said. "Possible internal bleeding." I turned back to him. "Don't you think if I was bleeding… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
God I loved Sammy. I’d considered marrying him, but his wife got upset when I asked for his hand. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“Oh, my god, I don't know. What do you want?" "You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“If ever there was a time to carry a flashlight, it would definitely be at night.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
In three hundred feet, turn right," Darth Vader said. The Darth Vader. I felt like we were friends now. Like I could tell him… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“The asshole slipped Peggy a five-spot to bring him his burger first. Never trust a man with a penis.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
“I reported to work the next morning looking like something the cat dragged in, half eaten yet somehow still alive.” — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
