About Robyn Carr: Robyn Carr is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of almost fifty novels, including the critically acclaimed Virgin River novels.
I want to love every piece of you. I want to be inside you. I want our bodies together, to make the two of us into one. I want it all, and I want it hard, soft, anything that will make you happy. I want to hold you, keep you safe, make you scream... ...
I want to undress you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. And then I want you to taste yourself on my mouth." He kissed her again, hot and strong and long. One hand crept to her clothed breast, kneading it. "I want you hard and hot and deep and fast. An...
It’s so hard,” Andy said. “When you don’t have anyone.” “Yeah, I know,” Gerri agreed. “Yet it’s harder when you have the wrong one.
Until meeting you, I wasn’t looking for anything at all. Since meeting you, I’m kind of looking for a girlfriend.
We’ll make out for a while and you’ll feel better.
Go get us some burgers and coffee. I'll get on the horn to Mark Hopewell. I'll ask him for a list." "Cheese or plain?" "I'm on a diet." "Plain then. And no fries?" "I said I'm on a diet, not a death march.
See that?" said Lemon. "The car tracks turn off there." "How do you know it's not the parks people on a golf cart thingie?" "You don't golf, do you, Kate?" "No, I'm too young to die of boredom.
His name was Mr. Quan and he was the concierge, which explained the black suit and the lavender shirt but not the oversized bow tie in chrome-yellow silk. Perhaps nothing could.
Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies." -Nelson Mandela (Pg. 80 of The Homecoming)
At this moment, I am obscenely happy. Please don’t screw this up or dump me or cheat on me or divorce me.” “All right,” he said.
Cooper’s been married in his head for a while now.” “That’s… kinda sweet.
Sarah, I’m going to take care of you whether you like it or not.
Just because women can bear children doesn't mean they're unable to harbour the same sort of career ambitions as a man.
You should get a better boyfriend. One with an IQ higher than a turnip.
Big surprise, I put you to sleep. Don’t feel bad. It happens all the time.
We’re adults. I might be a little more of an adult if you’re counting years but I bet I have a lower IQ, so that puts us pretty much even.
Wow,” she said. “Do you realise how wonderful you sound?” “Yes, I do,” he said with a firm nod. “And I think I’m underappreciated.
However, I have to warn you, I kind of like that you find me irresistible.” “Did I say that?” he asked, a slight tint creeping up his stubbled cheeks. “I didn’t say that! I find you completely resistible.
Your big scary husband is crying.
Marry me. You'll learn to love me, I promise.
