“(First Kiss) “It’s not that—” she turned to protest but stopped when he brushed the corner of her mouth with his thumb. Her gaze widened as he inspected it with a half-smile. “A vestige of jam tart, I believe. But… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“With a hoarse curse on his lips, Ashe shuddered against her. The night felt warmer, the air heavier…richer, as it pressed in on them. Lust spilled through his veins in a thick, decadent slide, more potent than any narcotic as… — Rhyannon Byrd Copy Share Image
