“The nearest arched window poured its soft light over him, allowing me to see every inch. Dressed smartly in black loafers and slacks, he wore a thigh-length, black coat. He'd brushed his golden hair back, tucked behind his ears, and… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“I cocked my eyebrow at her. "Are you kidding me, Clare?" I indicated to the dead man on the broken pine table. "There is… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“Right, I can't watch this shit." Kacey grunted as he got up. "It's one thing getting a hard-on over you, baby girl. The fact… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“The corners of his lips picked up. "You really didn't know I've been following you for the last five weeks?" Yeah, please feel free… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“Ah, the ancient language of sarcasm. How it suits you." "Why thank you, petal. It is one of my many talents, and I happen… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“I don't know what they are. They aren't completely human, so I don't know what to call them." I pulled one of the bags… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“What are friends for, but to help each other get through bad times and have multiple orgasms?” — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“You got the list?” Lewis asked. “What the hell is the deal with the temperature?” “Razel is not allowed to sweat,” Maximo answered. “If… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“She made a slow turn as she loosened her ponytail and shook her head; her hair streamed down her back like a glossy black… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“We need to get you laid." Despite the fact she couldn't see my face, my brow furrowed. "How is that going to help?" "Rebound… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“My family stood right in front of me, talking and smiling. I felt like I was viewing one of those cheesy ad shots for… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“At the beginning of our relationship, my heart pounded so loudly whenever I stood near him. He had an effect on me that no… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“No, I’m not shy." I folded my arms across my shell-covered chest. The press of the hard material against my sensitive nipples caused my… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“This had to be Hell.Well, my Hell, and funnily enough, my Hell was in a church, surrounded by people I—either do or did—love.” — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
“Killing me still on the agenda, tough girl?" I walked over to the desk. "Yup, right here next to buy Brendan a leash." "Glad… — Elizabeth Morgan Copy Share Image
