I love your taste, my shundori," he murmured, and she felt his body tense beneath her. "I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of you.
Charlotte FeatherstoneHe was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.
Charlotte FeatherstoneTag: gavin
I love you, asshole."
Then Gavin laughed. "Right back at you, dickhead.
She was like his favorite candy - hard on the outside but a soft surprise on the inside.
Jaci BurtonShe made a good point. So did her nipples.
Jaci BurtonI mean it. I know Stacy thinks just because you're shy, she can step all over you, but that's B.S.
Danielle JosephTag: gavin danielle-joseph shrinking-violet sweet-t tere
You're the most important person in my life," I said.
He didn't say anything.
"You're my brother," I said.
He didn't say anything.
"I love you, you little ratbag," I said.
He smiled, snuggled down in the bed, and closed his eyes.
And so the game went on in this manner, a throng of children playing keep-away from a bowling ball tossed back and forth between two plump ogres. The air filled with shrieks and cheers and shouts of laughter as daring players thrilled at the sport. That is, all but the few poor souls knocked flat and captured. No laughter rose from behind bars because those in the birdcage knew what was in store. They would soon be lunch for a couple of hungry ogres.
Now you might be thinking—didn’t Gavin call it fun when he was swallowed by a wolf earlier? And didn’t he tell that raven-haired girl it doesn’t hurt to be swallowed whole by a bear? All true, all true. But here’s a secret you might not know.
Ogres chew their food.
Luckily, it’s only the first bite that stings.
Tag: dreams playing secrets games ogres dreamland richelle gavin richelle-goodrich
Son, I hope your opinion of your mother hasn’t lessened, knowing what you now know.”
Gavin glanced up; incredulity skewed his eyebrows. His expression appeared both stunned and appalled. “Never, Father! I love her! It makes no difference to me where she came from.”
The man nodded, a show of relief in his features. His large hand, soft in touch, went to brush a string of hair away from his wife’s peaceful profile. “Your mother loves you too, son, more than anything in the world. She worries about you, day and night.”
That sentiment stirred something profoundly pleasant inside the boy. He grinned at the internal warmth it created.
Tag: love secrets mother devotion richelle gavin richelle-goodrich
It is a key keeper’s right to bestow a copy of his key on anyone he wishes. But this practice―a phenomenal rite―is hardly ever performed. To receive a copy of the key means to have its imprint seared into your hand. Holding that branded replica over the front lock miraculously parts the gates to Dreamland. It works just as effectively as inserting the genuine key. Staggering to think about, isn’t it? You might consider clenching your fists when you dream.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: dream key dreamland richelle gavin richelle-goodrich key-keeper
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