“Why don't you come with me and you can judge for yourself?" Challenge hung between them for a few minutes, then Rahve… — Denyse Bridger Time Copy Share Image
“You want me, Bella. Why are we playing this game?” Your voice is equal parts gravel and silk and I feel the… — Denyse Bridger Desire Copy Share Image
“Decadent, rich chocolate; thick, silken, sweet cream; and the coolest breath of satin stroked over quivering skin... He was near...” — Denyse Bridger Money Copy Share Image
