No touching? Screw that. She was going to touch tall, dark and sexy all over. This was her dream.
RetributionI thought of the things that had happened to me over the years, and of how little I had made happen.
The Sense of an Endingsomething about giving himself over to a woman was worse than having lunch with the devil...
So Far from GodFuckin' my man in my bed," he said over Gabriel's shoulder. "You got some goddamn nerve, girl.
Shivareeshe would follow her father over the horizon and down the other side, where the world lay hidden.
Moloka'iA loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.
My Name Is Memory