“She tasted good. Like salt and vinegar chips and Bailey’s Irish cream. Who knew that was such a fucking turn on?” — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I just don’t understand why they’d think we were together, when I’m leaving the country to live on the other side of… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I’m texting your picture, your name, and your address to one of my flatmates. In case I’m letting your beautiful building blind… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Her gaze dropped to the zipper of his shorts, still sporting a significant bulge. “Think you can deal with that thing all… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Calm down?” Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. “Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m so freaking horny at the… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“And did I mention how much chicks dig guys with dogs? Go out with Tiny and they’ll flock.” “Val...” Ryder shoved a… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Ryder stepped into the hallway to discover Tiny sitting in the middle, his tail wagging in greeting and what looked like a… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“He didn’t try to kiss her. She probably would have bitten him if he had. This wasn’t nice sex. It wasn’t considerate.… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“His woman. Part of her knew she should object to the wording. She wasn’t his woman. They weren’t together like that. But… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Spread your legs.” His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral. This was what he’d looked like on… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“So you know how to ride a horse and muster and...stuff.” He laughed. “Yes. I know how to do stuff.” He squeezed… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
