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Do you want to know why men name their penis? So the most important decisions in their life aren't made by a stranger.
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sobriquet
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Linda Howard |
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Is it time for your period, or something?" With unerring instinct, he'd found a great big red button, and pushed it. Wyatt fights to win, which means he fights dirty. I understand the concept because that's how I fight, too, but understanding it didn't stop me from reacting. I could practically feel my blood bubbling with steam. He turned around, all controlled aggression, and damned if he didn't push the button again. "What is it about ..
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women
menstration
periods
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Linda Howard |
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She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine, the most potent, sanity- destroying substance in the universe.
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love
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Linda Howard |
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3877058
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I'm not holding you against your will; I'm holding you against your car.
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Linda Howard |
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I thought you were a drunk." "A drunk?" "Bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes, getting home in the wee hours of the morning, making a lot of noise, grouchy all the time as if you had a hangover... what else was I to think?" He rubbed his face. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I should have showered, shaved, and dressed in a suit before I came out to tell you that you were making enough noise to raise the dead."
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sarcasm
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Linda Howard |
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c11059c
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Honey, the only experts in PMS are men. That's why men are so good at fighting wars; they learned Escape and Evade at home.
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Linda Howard |
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It was just a kiss - " "Yeah, and King Kong was just a monkey."
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Linda Howard |
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You were happy last night. This morning is a different story." "You think I have a hangover. I don't. Well a little headache, but not much. Just let this be a warning to you if you keep me from sleeping again tonight." "I kept you from sleeping? I kept you from sleeping?" he repeated incredulously. "You are the same woman who shook me out of a sound sleep at two a.m. yesterday morning, aren't you?" "I didn't shake you. I kind of bounced on ..
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Linda Howard |
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He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. "I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you." "What do you mean, trouble?" She sat up, glaring back at him. "I am not trouble! I'm a very nice person except when I have to deal with jerks!" "You're the worst kind of trouble," he snapped. "You're marrying trouble."
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Linda Howard |
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I loved you when you were a snot-nosed kid, into so much mischief it's a wonder my hair didn't turn prematurely gray. I loved you when you were a teenager with long, skinny legs and eyes that broke my heart every time I looked at you. I love you now that you're a woman who makes my brain go soft, my legs go weak, and my dick get hard. When you walk into a room, my heart damn near jumps out of my chest. When you smile, I feel as if I've won ..
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Linda Howard |
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Death isn't peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing.
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Linda Howard |
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A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.
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Linda Howard |
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Are you making fun of my hero complex?' Yeah.
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jaine
sam
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Linda Howard |
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Oh, is that what's in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me?
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Linda Howard |
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Sweeney: I can just see all you tough young soldiers cuddling together. Richard: Not cuddling, huddling. There's a difference.
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soldiers
masculinity
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Linda Howard |
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3342816
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If you're looking for Mr. Perfect, you"re going to spend your whole life being disappointed, because he doesn"t exist. You have to get the best deal you can, but there will always be problems."
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Linda Howard |
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I'll tell you what's wrong!" he roared, "I'm trying to quit smoking!" Then he strode angrily to the truck, leaving her standing there. She blinked her eyes, and slowly a smile stretched her lips. She strolled to the truck and got in. "So, are you homicidal or merely as irritable as a wounded buffalo?" "About halfway in between," he said through clenched teeth. "Anything I can do to help?" His eyes were narrow and intense. "It isn't just the..
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quit-smoking
cigarettes
tension
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Linda Howard |
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At the moment, he kinda knew how the male praying mantis felt when he was approaching Ms. Mantis, knowing the sex was going to be great but he was going to gethis head bitten off. Ah, well. Some things were worth losing your head.
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Linda Howard |
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Don't kiss me," she said warningly. "I don't intend to," he replied, smiling a little. "I don't have my whip and chair with me."
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kiss
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Linda Howard |
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His mouth was hot and hungry, and he kissed the way no man should kiss and still be allowed to run free.
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Linda Howard |
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Oh, Jesus," he said, wheezing with the effort it took to control himself. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "You little innocent. I'm fluent in French, but it isn't my first language." It was plain by the mortified expression in those green eyes that she didn't understand, so he explained. "Baby , if I can still think clearly enough to speak French, then I'm not totally involved in what I'm doing. It may sound pretty , but it doe..
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I'm going to go," he said. "All right." He didn't move. Then: "I don't want to." "Do it anyway." He chuckled. "You're a hard woman, Faith Devlin." "Hardy." "I didn't know him. He isn't real to me. Did you love him?" "Yes." But not the way I love you. Never like that."
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Linda Howard |
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REQUIRED TO TAKE A COMBINATION OF GINKGO AND VIAGRA, SO YOU CAN REMEMBER WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING.
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Linda Howard |
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Okay, let me get a pen." There were rustling noises. "I can't find one." More noises. "Okay,shoot." "You found a pen?" "No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I'll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it." Jaine recited her number and listened to the spewing noise as Shelley Cheez-Whizzed it on her countertop."
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Linda Howard |
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A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Well, at least six or seven, anyway, because a thousand thoughts are a lot. Try counting your own thoughts and see how long it takes you to get to a thousand.
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Linda Howard |
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He snorted. "They were probably scared." "Scared!" For some reason, that hurt, just a little. She felt her lower lip wobble. "I'm not that bad, am I?" "Worse," he said cheerfully. "You're hell on wheels. You're just lucky I like hot rods"
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a kid, maybe eight years old, ran up and poked her in the ribs with a plastic laser weapon, making electric zinging noises as he repeatedly pulled the trigger. "You're dead," he said victoriously. His mother came hurrying up, looking harassed and helpless. "Damian, stop that!" She gave him a smile that was little more than a grimace. "Don't bother the nice people." "Shut up," he said rudely. "Can't you see they're Terrons from Vaniot." The ..
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Sabes por que se llama sindrome premenstrual? --No te atreveras --amenazo ella--. Solo las mujeres pueden hacer chistes de eso. --Porque la expresion <> ya estaba cogida.
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Linda Howard |
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FIRST YOU PILLAGE, THEN YOU BURN. THOSE WHO DO NOT COMPLY WILL BE SUSPENDED FROM THE RAIDING TEAM.
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Linda Howard |
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I have a real low tolerance for parasites, and you're so close to the limit that I'm already reaching for the flea powder.
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Linda Howard |
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You guys take over while I go put on a shirt." Mrs. Kulavich had edged close enough to hear him. She beamed at him. "Don't bother on my account," she said. "Sadie!" Mr. Kulavich said in rebuke. "Oh, hush, George! I'm old, not dead!" "I'll remind you of that the next time I want to watch the Playboy Channel," he growled."
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amusement in her eyes and had to grin. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that excluded everyone else in the cafe and made several women draw in their breath. Her mouth quirked in that self-amusement that made him want to grab her to him. "This isn't one of my good days. The only thing holding me together is static cling." "Come home with me, and I'll take care of you." She looked him i..
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You see?" he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. "All I have to do is touch you. It's the same for me, Faith. I don't like this worth a damn, but by God, I want you, and we're going to do something about it."
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Linda Howard |
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What?" he demanded testily. Trammell raised his eyebrows. "I didn't say anything." "You're thinking something, though. You've got that shit-eating smirk on your face." "Why would anyone smirk while they eat shit?" Trammell asked rhetorically."
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Linda Howard |
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Anything over eight is strictly for show-and-tell
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Linda Howard |
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I'm really not hungry," she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. "Just a few bites," he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. "You need to keep up your strength for tonight." She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. "Why? Are you planning something special?" "I suppose I am," he said consideringly. "It's special every time we make love."
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making-love
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Linda Howard |
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She felt both relaxed and protected with him, at least from outside forces. Nothing, it seemed, could protect her from him, and tonight she wasn't even certain she wanted to be. Claimed, and mated. She was his, but was he hers? And if he was, what in hell did they do about it? "I don't even know what you want," she said fretfully, beginning to lose herself in rising sensation. "This," he muttered in a dark, rough tone. "You. Everything."
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Linda Howard |
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It's not something I can control, damn it. Every man I know wakes up with a hard-on." "Maybe so, but they do not - repeat, - rub it on me." " wasn't rubbing it on you! It was just me!" "And it was just your hair that I pulled, wasn't it?" she asked sweetly."
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Linda Howard |
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It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places, but the Devlin weed patch had sprouted quite a wildflower in Faith.
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Linda Howard |
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He unsnapped her jeans and said, "I want you just like this." Then he kissed her. There was nothing romantic about Diaz, no murmured sweet things, no gallant gestures, just this kiss that went on and on, deep and voracious. She'd never been kissed like this before, with an intensity that stripped everything down to the simplest components: male, female. He held her with his hand burrowed into her hair, her skull gripped in his palm, her hea..
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Linda Howard |
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Do you know why men name their cocks?" "No, why?" she asked, trying to stifle her laughter. "So most of the major decisions in their lives won't be made by a total stranger." --
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Linda Howard |
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Milla was always aware, on the dimmest edge of her consciousness that Diaz constantly watched her. She also knew that he was a man who never gave up, who never lost sight of his goal. Exactly what his goal was wasn't always clear to her, but she had no doubt he was perfectly clear in his own mind what he wanted. He wanted her. She knew it, and yet she couldn't imagine how they could ever be together again. The rift between them, to her, was..
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Linda Howard |
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Women were always complications, bless their perverse little hearts.
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Linda Howard |
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The door creaked as it began to open. Gray moved like lightning, slapping his left palm against the door and slamming it shut before it had opened more than a fraction of an inch. "Hey!" a woman squawked indignantly from the other side. "This one's occupied," he said hoarsely, not missing a beat with his plunging hips. "Go somewhere else." Faith couldn't say anything. Her eyes widened with alarm, but all she could do was look helplessly up ..
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