“What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up erotic scenes from old sheikh movies? It must be the wine.” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“What in the name of a thousand ghouls were you doing in that miserable café?” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“I plan to starve you into submission,' he growled, nuzzling her breast.” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“He had to have her, he couldn't wait, the need throbbed through him hot and urgent. But here? On the wooden floor of his… — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“Seventh Heaven, I've heard of,' she admitted, 'though not in connection with astronomy.” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up… — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“What a strange sensation to have the ground under your feet shift unexpectedly. One moment rock solid, the next quivering.” — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
“If she wanted him to stop, she'd have to say so soon because she was driving him up so fast he felt like a… — Jane Toombs Copy Share Image
