“Trust me, my love. Trust me and let go. Whenever you’re ready, let go. I will catch you. I will always catch you.” — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“I am yours. Dark heart, body, and soul. And you, my lovely siren, you are all mine.” — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“lean against the wall next to her desk. “So, I have to eat dinner again tonight. Just like last week. And the week before… — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“The way my body instantly reacted to his stare—that was definitely trouble. Sprawled on the pool table with my ankles hooked over his shoulders… — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“I was thinking that I needed to write it into Lobo Norte’s charter that he wasn’t allowed to wear shirts within our borders. Not… — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“God must have put men on the Earth with a surplus of social advantages because it was their only hope of surviving their incapacitating… — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“she whimpered, clamping onto her lip with such force she almost broke skin.” — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“The truth was painful and raw—but it was real. Ben wasn't a lawyer or a doctor. He wasn't a professional athlete or a banker.… — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“Trust me, my love. Trust me and let go. Whenever you’re ready, let go. I will catch you. I will always catch you.” — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“How can you take a guy seriously when he gets more excited over video games than your new sexy underwear?” — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“Crossing his hands behind his back, he stood to the side. “Goodnight, Carrot.” Brushing a stray curl out of her face, she smiled sweetly… — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“I didn’t want to lie low to avoid him. I wanted to lie low with him. I wanted him behind the bar under the… — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“offering her—and her body—everything she needs. Inappropriate behavior in barns, change rooms, and oh-my-gawd phone sex with a cowboy. Six” — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
“I think your sex-witch pheromones are broken.” Ashley smirked and took a long sip of her hurricane. Glancing over her shoulder at Mr. Tall,… — Vivian Arend Copy Share Image
