I'd spent a night with Ranger a while ago, and I knew what happened when he was encouraged. Ranger knew how to make a woman want him. Ranger was magic. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Annabelle gave him a chiding smile. “If you’re implying that I’m spoiled, I assure you that I am not.”“You should be.” His warm gaze slid over her pink-tinted face and slender upper body, then sought hers again. There was a note in his voice that gently robbed her of breath. “You could do with a bit of spoiling. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Was this some new level of depravity? Had he developed a spinster fetish? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?" His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "Yes," he said finally. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Right. Because if you have trouble putting ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, you should totally move on to saving lives. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You are brave and loyal and true. You have such a good heart." He held my hand close to his chest and covered it with his other hand. "It is only afraid. But I would take such good care of it, love, if you would give it to me. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
A woman's got one life: She's got to reach out and grab it with both hands, or it'll pass her by and leave nothing but a smelly old fart in her face. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
~Do you like him much?~I told you I like him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much? He is full of faults.~Is he?~All boys are.~More than girls?~Very likely. Wise people say it is folly to think anyboy perfect, and as to likes and diskiles, we should be friendly to all, and worship none. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I had a romance novel inside me, but I paid three sailors to beat it out of me with steel pipes. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I know this woman.”“Who the hell is she?”He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>