“You want me, Bella. Why are we playing this game?” Your voice is equal parts gravel and silk and I feel the question against my skin, pouring into my blood like an injection of heated desire.” — Denyse Bridger Copy Share Image
“I think it’s sad that we’ll never know her,” Chase said. She glanced over at him suspiciously. “Think of how many people there are in the world that you’ll never know. Like that guy right there,” he said, nodding toward… — Priscilla Glenn Copy Share Image
