Oh- hey, there," he said. He was shorter than me, pudgy with salt-and-pepper hair that always seemed to be in need of a good conditioning. And he always wore sweatpants and T-shirts that had seen more abuse than narcotics. But he was a good landlord. When my heater stopped working in mid-December, it took him only two weeks to get it fixed. Of course, it took me knocking on his door in need of a warm place to sleep to get it that way, but one night on his sofa, where I'd suddenly developed night terrors and epilepsy, and that puppy was running like a Mercedes the next day. It was awesome.
Darynda JonesMots clés humorous-quotations
Mr. and Mrs. Lowell are not receiving."
What the hell did that mean? "I'm not throwing a forty-yard pass. I just have a few questions. I think their daughter is in danger.
Mots clés humorous-quotations
What in the name of Zeus's testicles?
Darynda JonesMots clés humor
A Nuns Life: Chastity, poverty, and obedience. Wait, chastity?" BUMPER STICKER
Darynda JonesHis lips thinned in frustration like I should already know the answer. He inched closer until his knee touched mine, his eyes, curious and intense, boring into me. "Because you move like fire rushing across a floor," he said his voice hushed, velvety smooth, "like flames licking up a wall." The rest of the world crumbled away as he lifted my chin. "Your energy is liquid and hot. Even from a distance you burn, you scorch anyone who gets too close. You are wine on my tongue and honey in my veins, and I cannot get enough of you." He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. His warm breath sent shivers cascading over my body. "You intoxicate me, Lorelei McAlister. You will be my downfall.
Darynda JonesTime-out,” I said. He twisted his hand around and wound his fingers into mine. “You‘re putting me in time-out?”
“Yes,” I said as a shaky sigh slid through my lips.
“If I don‘t go, do I get a spanking?
Mots clés reyes 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.
Mots clés reyes charley-davidson
She reached up and curled her fingers into mine. “He should take you to dinner.”
To say that the mere thought horrified me would have been a grievous understatement. I threw up a little in my mouth then swallowed hard.
I told Taft when I recovered, “Just please, for the love of God, find a girl good enough to take home to your mother. And do it soon.”
“And stop dating skanks.
Mots clés charley-davidson
That’s the thing about things. They tend to happen.
Darynda JonesMots clés charley-davidson darynda-jones second-grave-on-the-left
My real mom died when I was born—hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to
me, which has never been one of my favorite memories—and Dad married Denise before I’d turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the
matter. Denise and I never really clicked.
Mots clés first-grave-on-the-right charley darynda-jones davidson
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