NEW RELEASES
What kind of party can we expect tomorrow, Your Highness?
by About six feet tall, Gianna said. Thin, short hair.What? Diego said, indignant. This again? You still don’t believe me?
by Braydon: One extra-large Italian sausage cumming right up. See you at 7.I know. He can be deceptively sweet and persuasive. And a menace . . .
by ‘He’s not forgetting. He’s . . . giving me time.’The door to her bedroom opened and one of those drops walked in.
by I do! I feel so lucky it was for rent.He takes a sip of his beer, then says, Lincoln is much more to my liking.
by I didn’t think you wouldn’t say good-bye.Geez, Mom, do you realize how f**ked-up your relationships with men are?
by Jesus, Bailey. He looks me over shyly. You’re practically grown.How is the party? Avery asked.
by I take the coat from her cold hands and hang it up for her. And the dean?Ghost Town (The Morganville Vampires #9)
by He raised a laughing brow over his tumbler. You seem distracted tonight.Why? Are you going to argue about that, too?
by And he was right about sex, and that bothered me even more.There’s no doubt you would be. It’s a perfect fit for you.
by Seconds later, he dragged me away, hot anger rolling off him in waves.And then Willa had ejected him from her life.
by Shannon twisted in his arms, backed up, and stared him in the eye.Did you sleep okay? I asked, finally.
by We are so the same person, she said. Well, except for that surfing thing.