God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken.
Rachel CaineMots clés heat chill-factor joanne-baldwin
How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?"
"I sweat perfume. Like all girls.
Mots clés shane-collins claire-danvers
That’s kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so OK.
Rachel CaineShe looked creepy/adorable.
Rachel CaineThe author wishes to thank: Good fortune, Godiva chocolates, and Slim-Fast
Rachel Cainewhy don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin?
Rachel CaineShe smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies.
Rachel CaineMots clés morganville-vampires oliver claire-danvers amelie
And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.
Rachel CaineMots clés monica midnight-alley the-morganville-vampires
She was staring at you.'
'What can I say? Irresistible.'
'Shane, it’s not funny. I just—you should be careful.
'Always am.' Which was an absolute lie. Shane’s eyes fixed on hers, and she felt a burst of heat inside that crept up to burn in her cheeks. He smiled slowly. 'Jealous?'
'Maybe.'
'No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.
Mots clés morganville-vampires shane-collins claire-danvers feast-of-fools
I’m taking off my shoes.’’
‘‘Fine. Shoes off.’’
‘‘And my pants.’’
‘‘Don’t push it, Claire.
Mots clés shane-collins claire-danvers
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