“the ball of sexual-tension-meets-too-many-drinks was in her court.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“That topsy-turvy, warm feeling of arousal was attraction. An unfamiliar feeling that had never occurred before was happening with her enemy.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“My lips part, wanting to tell him a story, wanting to kiss him more than I want to breathe” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“American girls shivered and quivered at the Aussie accent whispered against their bodies.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn’t get to the gate and un-board them, he was going… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“There was just something about a Delta boy. Physically, they were as good as men came. But add the whole warrior, protector,… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“high-pitched squeaks could only mean one thing: her brother Roman and his best friend Cash had arrived.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Baby, you want to talk about what happened, go for it. I’m listening. But you know, I’m no angel, and I’m not finished dancing… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Yeah, thanks, man. That’ll be like catching Niagara fucking Falls with a fly net.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
