“This is what she hated about hot guys. That warm and fuzzy feeling she got when one of them anointed her as worthy.” — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Hockey is not for pussies. Technically, it’s defined as a sport. Words like play and game get thrown around liberally to shield its true nature: hockey is warfare with water breaks. In the rink, you have over two thousand pounds of brute force clashing with whittled clubs, a rubber disc that could crush a larynx, and knives attached to feet.… — Kate Meader Copy Share
“Compounding her misery was the fact it was the worst day of the year for a singleton : Valentine's Day. Whatever. She preferred to… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Vadim sat up, unfairly pulling the towel over his groin so she missed the main attraction. Had he changed in the intervening years? If… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“We should be in my bed right now. I should be kissing your breasts, sucking your nipples, tasting your honey. I should be sinking inside you slow and hot and so deep that you’ll be begging me to make it fast, then make it last. I should be feeling your sweet grip on my cock, and I bet you grip… — Kate Meader Copy Share
“And then that mouth was speaking Russian, rough, sexy, sweet nothings that drove her wild. Forced out all common sense. His mouth trailed her… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“She cracked a sexy smile with a side of condescension. “Jack, I’m not looking to know you.” No, she wasn’t, unless you counted biblically.… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“those puppies could incapacitate the biggest, baddest jock and have him crying all the way home to Mom. Give her a vagina any day—it… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Did you really think we were going to let Stroger get away with what he did, Harper? Isobel had a little chat with that… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
“Bella, they are one and the same. I will not be satisfied with a woman who has no dreams or ambitions. My woman is… — Kate Meader Copy Share Image
