“Lovers do things together! They rent videos, they ride Ferris wheels, they go out for pizza, they play Scrabble. They . . . they talk!' 'Talk?' He lifted his head and frowned, his eyes puzzled. 'We talk all the time,… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share
“Wow. My feminist sensibilities are outraged,” she murmured. “Yeah? I’ll outrage them like they’ve never been outraged before.” — Shannon McKenna Copy Share Image
“He gestured toward the rice pudding. "I put cinnamon on it. Cancels out the cholesterol. Read about it on the Men's Health Web site."… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share Image
“Anybody bugs you, anybody at all, I’ll rip off both his arms. You got me?” She tried to smile. “That’s sweet, Davy. Bloodthirsty, but… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share Image
“Aaro's mouth tightened. "I knew it," he said. "I knew, as soon as I saw who was calling, that this would be another massive… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share Image
“She set the coffee down beside him with a thud that made the liquid slosh over the rim and sat down a couple of… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share Image
“If you’re ever short on cash, you could set up a booth and charge the ladies to massage your bod.” “Oh yeah?” His voice was wary. “Sure. Say, fifteen bucks for a two minute fondle. Strictly PG-13, above the waist, of course. I’ll sell the tickets, if you give me a cut.” His hands stopped moving. She babbled on, dazed… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share
“I'm an excellent pastry chef. My pie crust is better than my Zia Rosa's. Come on back to the kitchen. I'll make a chocolate cream pie before your very eyes. I'll feed a piece of it to you by hand. And by the time I'm done, you're not going to be asking me if I'm gay anymore." She cleared her… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share
“He probably ate girls like her for breakfast. They all did. They all had. She had no intention of being eaten for breakfast, ever… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share Image
“If she had learned anything in the past weeks it was that there was enough to be ashamed of in the course of a… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share Image
“Your luck is about to change, Abby.' His voice was low and velvety. 'I know a lot about you. I know how to get into your apartment. How to turn your cat into a noodle. The magnets on your fridge, the view from your window. Your perfume. I could find you blindfolded in a room full of strangers.' His fingers… — Shannon McKenna Copy Share
