“For the thousandth time, Faith wondered why this appealed to her. She detested letting men walk all over her, letting them think they were supreme beings. But when Mr. Meisner did all these diabolical things to her, her body fired… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“He ate up her pain. She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“If this was Narnia, she wanted fawns and moralistic heroes who offered you cloaks and sips of warming beverages. Not leather cuffs threaded with… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.” — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“With his buzz-cut black hair, muscles and menagerie of tattoos, the man looked like he lived in a cave and sanded timber with his… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“His words thrummed in, deep, imprinting themselves on her very deepest, deepest, deep bits. “I believe I am your destiny. You are mine, as… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.” — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“She squeezed her eyes shut. “No.” “Excuse me?” She sniffed, opened her eyes then looked up. “No. I don’t wish you to leave.” His… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“My revulsion kicked in. Sexual domination, sure. Dishes, housework, even cooking for a man, all these for some weird reason repulsed me.” — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“Everything about him enveloped her, made her crave exactly this. His possession. In her mind something relaxed; the balance shifted. She welcomed every way… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“As she reached back for the buckle, her fingers met Mr. Meisner’s. She jumped. “I can do this... Sir.” “Ah.” He brushed aside her… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“Being born of the dreams and nightmares of humans, they weren’t truly faery or demon. The semantics of labels didn’t matter. There was just… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
“ Tallish. Check. Built like a bull. Check. Were there tingles in her downstairs department? Mmhmm. Check. Her pearly gates had gone into override… — Cari Silverwood Copy Share Image
