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She had no sense of time, of what day it was, or anything beyond the bed she was on and the unceasing battle she fought with the Great Bitch of Pain. The nurses talked to her, too, explaining over and over what had happened to her, what they were doing, why they were doing it. She didn"t care, so long as they delivered the drugs that kept the Great Bitch at bay. Of course, there came a time--way too soon, by her way of thinking-- when her s..
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She started to tell him so, but the words vanished unsaid when he abruptly thrust his hands under her skirt, all the way to her waist. Mary gave a startled shriek and jerked back, almost oversetting the chair. He glared at her, his eyes like black ice. "You don't have to worry," he snapped. "This is Saturday. I only rape on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
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XEROX AND WURLITZER HAVE ANNOUNCED THEY WILL MERGE TO MARKET REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS
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You have underwear." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Did you try it on?" "Nah. Just rubbed it against my face."
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Well, you've done it now," was her sisterly opening shot. Jaine rubbed between her eyebrows; a definite headache was forming. After the exchange with David, she waited to see where this one was going. "I won't be able to hold up my head in church." "Really? Oh, Shelley, I'm so sorry," Jaine said sweetly. "I didn't realize you have the dreaded Limp Neck disease. When were you diagnosed?"
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I told you, we haven't had sex! It was just a kiss." Like the Viper was just a car, and Mount Everest was just a hill."
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He supposed he knew, rationally, that she wasn't the prettiest woman in the world, but if his eyes saw any imperfections, his heart didn't care.
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God, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. "It took you long enough," she said gently. "What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power." "Meaning?"
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What are you doing?" she cried in protest. "Playing," he said, the single word rough, almost guttural."
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mind-blowing
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sexy
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She was flustered; he could see it in the way she kept twisting her fingers together. Did she think he was going to throw her down on the seat and rape her? After all, he was a renegade Indian, and capable of anything. Then again, the way she looked, maybe this was the most excitement she'd ever had.
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She had always enjoyed her sense of being alone, envisioning herself as a ball that rolled through life, bumping into other lives but not stopping.
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lone-wolf
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What good is having a friend who's a cop if he won't give me inside information?" "So you can ask him to look at a piece of shit pistol after you've already bought it, and pronounce it a piece of shit."
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I'm Sam Donovan." "I know who you are. Mrs. Kulavich told me. I'm Jaine Bright." "I know. She told me. She even told me how you spell your name." Now, how on earth had Mrs. Kulavich known that?"
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He needed a woman. Bad.
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We have seven people who knew the skewers were there: the wedding planner, the reception hall manager, the dressmaker, the florist, the veil-maker, the cake-maker, and the caterer. I haven't ruled out the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker, either.
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Luna was remote and ladylike. The only time anyone had ever seen Luna angry was when someone referred to her as 'African-American'. "I'm an American," she had snapped, whirling on the offender. "I've never even been to Africa. I was born in California, my father was a major in the Marine Corps, and I'm not a hyphenated anything. I have a black heritage, but I also have a white one." She had held out one slim arm and studied the color of it...
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Don't you want it?" "Want what?" "The engagement ring." "Oh, is that what's in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me?" Boy, this was such a big transgression I would have to write it in block letters on its own page, and show it to our children when they grew up as an example of how not to do something."
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I have a rule: Walk out, crawl back. If a man does the first, then he has to do the second to get back on good terms with me.
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Before you know it, you'll be smiling at her across the breakfast table." "I don't smile," Cahill said, though he was having to fight his amusement. "So you'll be scowling at her across the breakfast table. That isn't my point."
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I was raised by a woman who knows her own worth, and her daughters firmly believe that life is much better for a woman when a man has to work really hard to get her. It's human nature to take better care of something you've worked for, whether it's a car or a wife.
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By morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it had been like to not know his body, not to have felt him inside her and held him in her arms and absorbed the power of his thrusts as he came. By morning, she was his.
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He whirled her against the refrigerator, his hands hard on her waist. Startled, she dropped her purse and keys to the floor and looked up at his set face and narrowed savage eyes. "Don't ever do that to me again," he said with clenched teeth. She didn't have to ask what he meant. Those moments when Pavon's pistol had been trained directly at her head had been long and terrifying. "I stayed in the--" she began, but he cut her off with a kiss..
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But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her l..
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Just as he'd done to her, she slowly moved up and down, caressing him with her body, drawing out his response. He ground his teeth together, fighting not to come when she was just as determined he would. Frustrated, she wondered why he was holding back--until she heard herself moan, and realized the friction was working on her, too. The battle there in the shower was in close-combat conditions. With the clinging grip of her body she tried t..
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Okay, you're right; she's so hot I could walk on three legs every time I see her." "Now you're talkin'." "I'll break your back and chop off your legs if you call her." "That's my boy!"
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I personally don't think a woman should ever live with a man unless they're married. I guess there are some really great guys out there who wouldn't take advantage of having a live-in cook and maid, but guess how those arrangements usually turn out?
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Pleasure was a siren, luring her to experience more
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You look like you're about to puke," he observed, pushing his cart forward. With a quick, inner shake she gathered herself and cut him off to take her rightful position as lead cart. "I was trying to imagine you as a kid. It was horrifying."
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It takes strength to participate in life.
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It's not the heat," came his return mutter. "It's a critical buildup of sperm"."
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He didn't believe in miracles. If he'd had any philosophy in life in ran along the lines of the classic shit happens. Usually it was bad shit, sometimes it was good shit, but it was always random shit. You lived your life, & when the run was ended, that was it. Nothing.
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She glared down at the pan. And then she kicked it. The first kick sent it tumbling a couple of feet; something black and gooey came out. The second kick got better distance, maybe because it wasn't as heavy now. Evidently unsatisfied, she advanced on one of the pickups and grabbed a hammer from the back. Going down on one knee, she swung the hammer for all she was worth and beat the hell out of that pan, then she got up and kicked it one m..
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You remember the 'be quiet' part of the rules? Embrace it.
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I read somewhere that flying is like throwing your soul into the heavens and racing to catch it as it falls." "I don't think mine would ever fall," he murmured, looking at the clear cold sky."
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Milla put her hands on his ribs, holding on as he braced his weight on one arm while with his other hand he guided his penis to her and in the same rough motion pushed deep inside. He froze in place, his breath panting between his parted lips as they stared at each other. She couldn't move; the feel of him inside her was too sharp, almost painful in its intensity. Their gazes met in the mellow lamplight, and she was mesmerized by the tensio..
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Minor detail. I'm going to kiss you, Marlie--" "I'll bite you again," she swiftly warned. He shrugged. "I always have had more guts than sense," he said, and very gently brushed her mouth with his."
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Just how many pairs of black shoes do you need?" he finally asked, staring at them lined up on the floor. Okay, shoes aren't a laughing matter. I gave him a cool stare. "One pair more than I have." "Then why didn't you get them?" "Because I would still need one pair more than I have."
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Nice is good. It doesn't sound exciting, but think about it. I think Mr. Perfect would be kind to kids and animals, help old ladies across the street, not insult you when your opinion is different from his. Being nice is so important it's close to being number one.
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Love by itself isn't enough; it's never enough. There had to be other things, such as liking and respect, or love would get worn away by the realities of everyday life.
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She felt oddly safe with him, though not safe from him.
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She wasn't ready to give her real name to anyone, not until she knew exactly how Brad had found her the last time. Now that she didn't trust Kat; she'd simply learned that she really couldn't be too careful. Her gaze scanned the counter. A few feet away was a full bottle of ketchup, and inspiration struck. "Hunt," she said swiftly. "Carlin Hunt." Kat snorted as she ended the handshake. "Well, at least you didn't look at the floor and tell m..
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Know why PMS is called PMS?" "Don't you dare," she threatened. "Only women can tell PMS jokes." "Because 'mad cow disease' was already taken."
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C'mon! Anything over eight inches is strictly for show-and-tell. It's there, but you can't use it. It might look good in a locker room, but let's face it--those extra two inches are leftovers." "Leftovers," Luna gasped, holding her stomach and shrieking with laughter. "Let's hear it for l-leftovers!"
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hay tu dung len bang chinh minh, hay tin vao ban nang va dung bao gio ban dung chinh minh.
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