Mick was always the right kind of dirty. Windblown, fresh off his bike, wrapped in tattoo and leather. Muscles all the hell over the place. The man was a serious piece of eye candy. Thinking about him losing the leather warmed the chill that had gripped her since the attack. Cindy Skaggs
Good god it's great to be a Bull Mongoni!
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James J. Caterino
Our power lies in our small daily choices, one after another, to create eternal ripples of a life well lived.
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Mollie Marti
No I'm not a dream, I'm your worst nightmare
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C.T. Todd
Crazy got nothin on us" Neesa
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C.T. Todd
We are only victims if we allow ourselves to be.
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McCartney Green
More Quotes By Cindy Skaggs
One of the special teams turned sadistic in Kandahar and took out a village. The organization reacted swiftly by shutting down the program and denying any and all knowledge. Contracts were severed. Their service records heavily redacted. Overnight, the entire team was out. Out of...
Logan felt raw inside from the look of betrayal she had leveled on him. Who was he to demand honesty when every aspect of his presence in her life, even on the periphery, was a lie?
No living person could disappear like Sofia. She’d have a go-bag stashed somewhere. Money and passports and disguises, with just enough ice to evaporate.
He’d never met a parent who wanted so desperately to pursue and exact revenge, nor one who seemed quite so capable of doing just that.
Logan felt it, even if he wanted to deny it. His pupils were dilated and he stared at her like she was chocolate and tomorrow was the first day of Lent. Sure, she might be forbidden, but no one could withstand temptation forever. Not when...
