I can hear other things, too. Before you came around, I had no idea a man could make a girl scream like that. Reyes seems very talented.
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He had given me so much information, I wanted some time to absorb it all, but I didn't want to leave him. Not like this. Not ever, as long as I lived. Or until I had to get back on the case. Whichever came first.
Darynda JonesTags: leave reyes charley-davidson
He's an enigma wrapped up in sensuality padlocked with a dozen chains of desire and topped off with a razor-sharp ribbon of danger. There are more layers to him than a billionaire's wedding cake.
Darynda JonesTags: cookie reyes charley-davidson
There is a fine line between love and hate, or haven't you heard? Sometimes it's hard to decipher exactly which emotion is strongest."
I raised my chin. "I don't love you either."
He lowered his head and watched me from underneath his dark lashes. "Are you certain? Because the emotion pouring out of you every time I'm near you is certainly not disinterest."
"That doesn't mean it's love."
"It could be, I promise you. Take off that sweater and give me ten minutes, and you'll believe beyond a shadow of a doubt you're in love.
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They were back. The demons in all their glory. And they had a plan. I made plans sometimes, too, but they rarely involved world domination. Hot dogs on a grill, maybe. Tequila.
Darynda JonesTags: charley-davidson fourth-grave-beneath-my-feet
I have them a few minutes to absorb everything while I teased Ubie, who only had to recover from his near-death experience. I was so glad Reyes hadn't ripped him to shreds. I liked him much better un-shredded. Unlike, say, my preference for lettuce or heavy metal guitar solos.
Darynda JonesTags: charley-davidson fourth-grave-beneath-my-feet
He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought.
Darynda JonesTags: funny first-grave-on-the-right charley-davidson
Since I didn't have a candy wrapper to help me with the bad connection I was about to have, I resorted to using vocal sound effects. When Agent Carson picked up, I started my performance. "Agent... Agent Carson," I said, panting into the phone.
"Yes, Charley." She seemed unimpressed, but I wasn't about to stop now.
"I--I know who the kshshshshshsh are."
"I'm a little busy right now, Davidson. What is a Ksh, and why do I care?"
"I'm sorry. My kshshsh... is kshshsh... ing."
I repeat. What is a Ksh? And why do I care if it is ksh-ing?"
She was a tough one. I knew I should have waited and bought a Butterfinger at the Jug-N-Chug. Those wrappers crakled like Rice Krispies on a Saturday morning. "You aren't listeni--kshshsh."
"You're really bad at this."
"Bank ro-ksh-ers. I know who they kshshsh."
"Charley, if you don't cut this crap out."
I hung up and turned off my phone before she could figure out what I was trying not to tell her and call back.
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SARC- is my second favorite -ASM word
Darynda JonesTags: charley-davidson
Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?”
He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I‘m listening.”
“To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?”
“No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat.
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