“What is it?” There is almost nothing I could refuse him at this very moment. Sex on the picnic bench? Check. Strip off and do the Macarena on the grass? Check. Crawl under the table and do naughty things? Not… — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“potatoes off his pants. “Carbs,” he moans. “I’m going to gain at least ten pounds.” — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“Rampage frowns. “If you can’t even hear about it, how are you going to watch the fight?” Bucket on head. Facecloth over eyes. Torment… — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“He lifts an eyebrow. “Does the friend have a name?” “Mac.” “Doesn’t suit you. Do you have a different name?” — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“What is it?” There is almost nothing I could refuse him at this very moment. Sex on the picnic bench? Check. Strip off and… — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“Max attacks Misery with the kind of vigor only reserved for really dirty ovens” — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“We are all fighters. It is basic human nature. We strive to get somewhere in life or we fight for survival.” — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“I’m guessing you don’t have to share a bathroom at your house,” I say with the casual tone of someone who isn’t waving her… — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“You’ve never met a man like me, a man who can challenge and respect you, a man worthy of a woman like you.” — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“Misery tells me to shut my mouth or he’ll shut it for me with something so big, I’ll never be able to talk again.… — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“Tell me the truth,” he rasps. “Admit it made you hot. It made you wet. You are coiled so tight I could slide my… — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
“You may not always want me to protect your body, bella, but I will always protect your heart.” — Sarah Castille Copy Share Image
