Quotes from Lora Leigh

It's a boner not a monster," he growled, waving a hand to the erection her gaze continued to flicker back and forth from. "You're watching it like you expect it to bite." "It looks angry enough." A nervous little smile touched her lips before it fell and she watched him somberly. "You look angry enough." kane and sherra

In one hot afternoon in the Iraqi desert while he waited for the calvary to ride in and listened to the enemy get closer, he had found something he hadn't expected to find. There, buried in a hole, he had held a woman, and somehow that woman had slipped inside his soul.

Loving you, Tess," he promised. "With everything I have. With all I am, I love you.

Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don't I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn't it? That way, you don't have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?

a grand explosion of culturally sanctioned greed. Presents, presents, presents. They

she had known better. She should have sent Alex after him. She should have sent anyone after him but herself. Because she had known how it would end, and she had known where he would want it to go. Rather than accepting that, she had fooled herself into thinking that taking her, realizing her innocence, her feelings for him, that he would show a spark of possessiveness. Just a moment's hesitancy in sharing her with other men, with seeing another man touching her, taking her.

Oh my God. Oh my God," Lyrica whispered, waving her hands in front of her face as she stared at him, eyes wide. "Dawg's gonna have pups when he finds out about this.

897Archer lifted his gaze heavenward as he tilted the dun-colored hat back on his head. I say my prayers, Archer sighed. I go to church when I can and I even take old women to the grocery store when they need me to. And this is the thanks I get.

If we were perfect, we'd be Wolves, right?

Archer lifted his gaze heavenward as he tilted the dun-colored hat back on his head. I say my prayers, Archer sighed. I go to church when I can and I even take old women to the grocery store when they need me to. And this is the thanks I get

Maybe it's hungry," she suggested, her voice low but definitely goading now. "Do you keep kitty kibble around?" Silence

She heard a male groan, but whose it was she wasn't certain. "They'll just watch," he whispered as his head lifted. "Watch me eat every perfect inch of your body this time. That's all. No pressure, Kelly.

Crista." His voice, despite its gentleness, resonated with a dark, hidden fury. "Was he alone?" Her hand gripped the doorframe as she met his gaze. "It was just Dawg and me, Alex. I swear." This time. She knew if it happened again, if she dared to let it ever repeat, then it wouldn't be just Dawg. And when that happened, Dawg would make an enemy of her brother for life.

And Rowdy felt like a failure. He had failed to protect the only woman who had ever held his heart because he was too damned busy running from her. He should have been home, he should have been holding her in his bed, loving the hell out of her. If he had staked his claim, she wouldn't have been in that damned apartment.

don't want you to say anything, Son. I want you to let Kelly come to you. She's been scared to death of your return, and I don't know why myself. I know you wouldn't hurt her, but I know for a fact she knows about some of those little affairs you and your cousins have participated in." And his father suspected she was scared of him now. Rowdy could see it in Ray's eyes, feel it in the air around them.

You are mine! Mine by God, and no one but no one will hurt, abuse, or dare to fucking harm what's mine, ever again.

That isn't love." She had to force the words out. "No more than possession is love, Graeme. No more than Mating Heat is love. Without real love, what separates possession from obsession, and Mating Heat from biological rape? Mating Heat can begin without love, but like lust, it won't bind mates without love.

You know what I want," he whispered. "Exactly what I suspect you're most frightened of now." He lifted his other hand, smoothing back her hair from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I want to strip you down, love you from head to toe as often as possible, and sometimes…we might not be alone.

Wait! Her palm flattened against the perspiration-damp flesh of his abs. Wait? For what? Interruptions? Explosions? Fuck, he'd kill the son of a bitch stupid enough to wake him . Stupid enough to disturb him. He'd kill. I want you. Honest-to-God chill bumps raced up his fucking spine at the huskily whispered words. Then let me give you, me

Do you love me, Alex?" Janey already knew the answer. She knew, but it still tore a hole in her heart to see the answer in his face. "Don't believe in fairy tales, sweetheart." He sighed, touching her cheek with his fingertips. "Sometimes I forget how young you are." How young she was? As though age had anything to do with love. Since when?

I love Rowdy, Natches," she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. "And don't try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better." His lips tightened. "We're a set. You're destroying it, Kelly.

Ever been watched?" he whispered, his expression heavy with dark desire. Breathing heavily, Kelly stared back at him. She wasn't shocked, she realized. She had heard too much about the Nauti Boys. Too many tales of their sexual excesses, their uninhibited immersion into their sensual games.

Blind obedience was never what I wanted. Yet, you seem determined to keep us in the past, where every act, every response, is either black or white, when you know damned good and well our lives never existed on such a plane.

Even the fact that eventually, the man she loved would touch another woman, pleasure her, fuck her. She couldn't accept his cousins' touch without that knowledge.