“Neve, you're wicked," he groaned as she rocked up against him even harder. "I hope that's not a problem for you," she panted.” — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“How about you ask me something like, "What do you want more than anything?" and I reply with, "A hellhound in my bed"?” — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“Diesel" - his name sounded sweet coming out of her mouth --"I want you, and I mean I really, really want you. Please. Let's… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“You're the one who never seems to be finished. Don't you ever get tired?" "Not when I'm around you." He nuzzled my throat. "I'm… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“Luke picked up a piece of paper lying on the seat. "Camden Hills Avenue in the Badlands Golf Club." Luke chuckled. "Going to find… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“I could take nice and boring with you right now." He growled low and ran his lips across my neck. "Long, boring... and slow.” — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“Diesel," she moaned, "you are so damn sexy." He paused, breaking the kiss, his eyes filled with wanting as he gazed down on her.… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“I watched him fall in love with you in that very instant." "Shut up." I laughed. "You can't fall in love in one glance."… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“The moment this is over, you're mine," Diesel all but groaned, keeping his eyes on the road so he wouldn't pull over and take… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“He couldn't stop staring at her cleavage... The vee in between beckoned him like a bee to nectar.” — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“I have trouble controlling my base emotions when the moon is full, but anger is the hardest for me. If I'm mad, I turn… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“She couldn't take her eyes off him. He had sandy-blond hair and piercingly green eyes. Today he wore a deep-red T-shirt with the word… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“Diesel had gotten his nickname because he was built like a Mack truck. .... He stood six feet, six inches tall and his muscles… — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
“Neve, you're wicked," he groaned as she rocked up against him even harder. "I hope that's not a problem for you," she panted.” — Amanda Carlson Copy Share Image
