“He'd told her she was his. That he was jealous and he wasn't sharing her. Where the hell had that come from? He didn't know, but as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his abdomen, he knew he'd… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot." He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?” — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“I’ll move heaven and earth to make you happy, Evie. I want you there when I wake up every morning and there when I… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“He'd told her she was his. That he was jealous and he wasn't sharing her. Where the hell had that come from? He didn't… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Victoria started to text something else, but then she shoved her phone in her pocket and yanked open the door. Why was she trading… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Recognition hit Victoria like an unexpected encounter with a bat.” — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Why are you giving me a hard time?" she growled. "Sweetheart, I’d love to give you a hard time. Anytime you want.” — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.” — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“You wouldn’t be asking me that if I was a man,” she said. “And frankly, it’s none of your fucking business.” Mendez nodded, once… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“She looked like a somewhat frightened and helpless woman, and yet he knew she was a deadly assassin. The same as he was. She… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Why is everything an argument with you?” For some reason, that made her smile. “You like it that way and you know it. What… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Half my damn team’s shacked up with someone they met on the job, so don’t bet any money on me not asking every motherfucker… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“He closed the distance between them, slipped an arm around her waist beneath the blanket. His fingers traced her jaw, slid into the hair… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
“Because being near her twenty-four seven was certain to kill him. He’d spent years thinking about her, months calling her, and hours fantasizing about… — Lynn Raye Harris Copy Share Image
