"So either I help you or I'm on my own?" With no way to get to Lambert. No way to stop the rage inside. No way to feel remotely normal again."That's the choice," she said."
- Erin Kellison
"Who the fuck is the Sandman?" Still ludicrous. A fairy tale.Mirren crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Elvis winked at him from her breasts. "It's not like I've met Him. My father never invited ..."
"They moved as a unit, a first for her. The madman and the nightmare."
"She glanced again toward Vincent. "And who is he again?"Vincent grinned. "I'm Vincent Blackman of the SpiderSly Company. Mirren and I are going to sleep together; we just have to get through this bull..."
"The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape. It had to be a god. He was huge, muscled, hung like an elephant, and sandy gol..."
"If she couldn't be with Harlen in Washington, DC, this was the place to be.Sera's mobile screen lit, and she glanced down to find a text from him: I have to pee."
"He'd pushed and pushed and pushed until she had nowhere else to go but away from him. He'd been young back then himself. Inexperienced. Stupid. A little patience accomplished a lot more. Hard lesson t..."
"This was the stuff of novels with -- yeah -- men like him on the cover."
"He dragged her to him, and she, being equally focused on attaching her mouth to his, lost her balance. Stepping in for the save, he held her up against the doorjamb with his hard body, mouth rasping h..."
"The sooner it's over, the sooner we can go back to bed. Everything good happens in bed."