“Reordon,” a male voice came over the line. “Chris, it’s Marcus.” “Hey, man. How’s it going?” “Not that great. I wrecked my bike.” “Ah, hell. Not the Hayabusa.” “That’s the one.” “Please tell me it’s just a scratch.” Marcus studied… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“Slowly, Dana walked around the long table and stared at them. The moment stretched. They sent her encouraging smiles. “Okay,” she announced, “I’m not… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“I stole some of your lollipops.” “Really. Well, if you’re in the mood to lick something . . .” She laughed. “We can hear… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“I’m at Fetzer Hall now and am about to sweep through the soldiers between us like a fucking tidal wave.” “Damn it, we need… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“As he teased her lips with his tongue, she palmed his erection. “Want to do something about this while we wait for the cleanup… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“I’m a grown woman and can take care of myself. If someone has a problem with my feelings for Bastien and thinks I shouldn’t… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“I haven’t felt this way in a long time, Bastien.” His smile slowly faded. “Nor have I.” “I’m not going to refrain from exploring… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“Moving closer, Dana cupped Aidan’s face in both hands. His jaw was as smooth as it looked. His skin warm. His eyes tormented. Her… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“Roland was quite possibly the most aggravating, antisocial immortal on the planet. Seeing him cuddle and nurture a black and white kitten that could… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“He’s an immortal from Brazil,” Chris said. “His mortal lover, whom he thought was completely trustworthy, videotaped them having sex—” “Awesome!” Sheldon interjected with… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“I did not need to see that … I mean I really did not need to see that. Jenna, honey, grab one of my… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“Damn it, we need some of those men left alive to—” “All you’re getting are corpses. When you send the cleanup crew, send a… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
“Sit down,” she ordered, nodding toward her bed. He cast it an uncertain look. “I can’t. I’ll stain the covers.” She stared at him.… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share
