“Karla wasn’t the religious type, but with certain men she was willing to get down on her knees and pray.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“Hair so red, as red as flame, and eyes so green, as deep as the sea, your skin so pale I cannot tame -… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“Fuck me. If I'm to die tonight, I want to know I'm alive for one last time.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“Great,” Hayden muttered. “A rich sadist with a Nazi family history. Can this guy get any worse? Let’s get out of here.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“And I’ll help you get clean,” he replied. “Just after I’ve made you dirty all over again.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“Wow! I thought the other two times were fantastic, but that definitely went up to eleven. Mind you, I’ve never had sex just after… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“Karla wasn’t the religious type, but with certain men she was willing to get down on her knees and pray.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“I’m sure you think you’re a very nice guy, but from where I’m sitting at the moment all I see is an asshole. Yes,… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“As he spoke and bent his head to hers, their lips meeting and the soft, warm creatures of their mouths joining blissfully, his eyes… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“We all make mistakes. Unfortunately, that seems to be one thing that doesn't change, even as you get older. I guess that’s what life… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“Admit it. He's quite a looker - fabulously rich, with all his titles and aristocratic snobbery. God! I bet he's got so much grandeur… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“As she placed one elegant Christian Louboutin pump in front of the other, Karla controlled the rage in her heart. From an incandescent sun… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“The bastard was enjoying this! His muscles, so taut and perfect beneath his torn clothes, seemed impervious to her blows and now she could… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“Eleanor was sane enough to realise that when your sexual fantasy mutates into the same person you want to stab in the heart, you… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“I don’t fecking believe it,” Uncle Coilin grumbled. “I could put up with the French, the Italians, the Americans, the Chinese, the Russians.” He… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“Great— just what he needed, to discover that he had a submissive streak at the moment of his possible impending death.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
