“He cupped my face between his hands. "Is it because Mac’s good looking to a fault, damned bastard or because I’m a moron, and read the signals wrong?" He steamrolled ahead before I could respond. "I get it, I’m the… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Christ, Heather, I know what I look like. And you’re…” His words dropped off lifting a hand towards me and looked away. I folded my arms in front of me. “I’m what? I’m nothing but an ex-fat child who’s completely… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Tell me something, princess, if I make a liar out of you…will you forgive me?” Hex James, Hex upon Me” — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“He cupped my face between his hands. "Is it because Mac’s good looking to a fault, damned bastard or because I’m a moron, and… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“I’m asking you to give me a chance, however slim, to prove myself.” My throat tightened. “Cade…I’m not a science experiment.” “Good to know,… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Christ, Heather, I know what I look like. And you’re…” His words dropped off lifting a hand towards me and looked away. I folded… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Sweetness, what are you doing? Hank’s kind of party is rated XXX and most likely illegal somewhere in the world. I promise you don’t… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“He flipped back the covers. “Come here, I want to show you something.” She raised a brow impishly, “You still have moves I haven’t… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“You know, Shayla called dibs on you earlier. Perhaps you--” “I call dibs on you. Dance with me.” — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Do you think I would look good in leather?” His lips lifted in a half smile, “I’m sure they make a bikini top and… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Now, what would you like for dinner? Steak? Chicken? I, for one…I am thinking…Chinese.” Stunned, Jenera stopped and looked between Nylora and Aleta, “Uh…I… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Do you play cards?” Her lips tingled from the light kiss, “In theory. Why? Do you have a hankering for Old Maid?” She teased,… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“How many others will come, Ivy? How many more will appear to kiss my wife goodbye?” Crap-shit! No Midnight? She rolled her eyes. “No… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Easy…kelis,” he whispered, sweat beading his brow. “I want to savor this moment. And this…” Darién licked over Jenera’s lips with his tongue, planting… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
