“Without a conscious thought to do so, he went down on his knees in front of her, grasping both her hands. If… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“I love it when you look at me like that,' he murmured, his fingers kneading into the plump flesh of her cheeks,… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“You always sound like you’re coping pretty well on the phone.” “Don’t be fooled. I have to maintain at least some shred… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“That was the big cure-all with these people, wasn’t it? Girl got you down? Get laid. No money? Get laid. Armageddon ensuing?… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“She had no doubt her safe little world was about to be well and thoroughly rocked, and who knew if it would even be… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Gorgeous,” he murmured. She chuckled. “Think you’l say that in five months or so? When I waddle like a duck and you have to… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“But I’d rather look back and regret something I did when I was young and crazy, than look back and regret something I never… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“He was so fucked, careening madly down the path to getting his heart splattered all over hell. And grinning like a buffoon the entire… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Head throbbing, check. Stomach not quite right, check. Truthfully, she felt like crap. Somehow still horny crap...” — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’ll stay. I’ll move. We’ll work it out. I just want to be with you. If… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Her mind was blank and her heart and body ruled. And those? They were his property.” — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Big enough that I should tie a bow around it and attach a little card that says ‘To: Macy. You’re welcome. Love, Seth.” — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“If I could give you anything, what would you ask me for?” “I…don’t…” “You know. Look at me. What would you ask me for?”… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“I’m not that bad.” Macy lifted her head and searched Candace’s face. “Am I?” “I’m not one to give an objective opinion. I’ve known… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Death growls mostly bore me. Who wants to hear the Cookie Monster? Sing your fucking lyrics. Put some emotion behind it.” And Ghost’s usual… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“I’m hitting the sack” “Are you twenty-nine or sixty-nine?” The devilish dimples appeared. “Twenty-nine with a sixty-nine waiting at home” — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
