“Who am I really?” Syren smiled. “I’m the kind of bullet you want in your gun.” — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“Dear Mildred,' he smiled, 'you are not the kind of person to expect things as your right even though they may be.” — Barbara Pym Copy Share Image
“He smiled. "How kind of you to confirm what I already know. Perhaps next you will introduce me to myself. I hear… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“He smiled at me. It was the kind of smile that blazed a trail from your heart to your mind and popped… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“You don’t need to sweet-talk me to get sex, babe.” My eyes smiled. “Well that kind of knowledge could have saved me… — Samantha Young Copy Share Image
“And then he smiled, kind of a quirky half smile that tipped up only the right corner of his mouth. Because of… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
