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Slumber (The Fade #1) Dark Taste of Rapture (Alien Huntress #6)

He lay on his back, thinking unamorous thoughts. Anything to direct his mind to something other than the delicate flare of his wife’s hip. Or the soft pink of her lips. It was a color that would have been ordinary on anyone else, but against Iris’s pale skin . . .

It didn’t make what I’d done okay.But he wasn’t judging me, and he had never judged me. This whole entire time I’d been so afraid of what he would think of me, and he already knew. He knew and was still there for me. He knew and still said he loved me.

Blood Debt (Vicki Nelson #5)

My shoulders lowered centimeter by centimeter. You don’t hate me? You’re not disgusted or dis—Stop. I could never think those things, Lena. Not about you.A wave of relief rose, tinged with a deep sorrow that started loosening its razor-sharp claws. My voice was thick when I spoke. But how? I’m so disgusted with myself. I h-hate myself.

Demon Revealed (High Demon #2)

You made a mistake, Lena. He leaned in closer. That was what happened. You didn’t kill them. You made a mistake.A mistake that cost people their lives.

I shuddered, lifting my hands to my face. Smoothing my palms over my cheeks, I willed the wetness gathering to go away, because I was tired of crying.

Lena, he said, voice low and rough. Come here.Keith and Phillip are hoping to get on at West Virginia University. Phillip really wants to play ball for them. Thinking Keith wants to go there because of the parties. He paused. I think Cody is set for Penn State.

For years, WVU had been the number one party school in the United States, and I was sure it was still up in the top five, so it would be a great fit for Keith. Do you want to go there?I wiggled down, getting comfortable. Where do you want to go?

Music of the Heart (Runaway Train #1)

Sebastian. I sighed. You have to know. This is our senior year. You don’t have much time left. Scouts are going to be coming to the games and—And maybe I don’t care about the scouts.

I snapped my mouth shut, because there it was, the thing I’d been sensing about Sebastian for the last year.He turned his head toward me. You don’t have anything to say to that?

I was waiting for you to elaborate.A muscle worked in his jaw as he stared back. I... God, even in the middle of the night, in your room, I still don’t even want to say it. It’s like my father is going to pop out of the damn closet and lose his mind. Instead of Bloody Mary, he’d be Bloody Marty.

I drew in a deep breath. You don’t... You don’t want to play college ball, do you?His eyes closed and several moments stretched out between us. It’s crazy, isn’t it? I mean, I’ve always played ball. I don’t even remember a time when I wasn’t being carted off to practice or seeing my mom cleaning grass stains out of my pants. And I like playing it. I’m good at it. He said it without an ounce of arrogance. It was just the truth. Sebastian had a God-given talent for playing football. But when I think about another four years of getting up at dawn, running and catching...another four years of Dad basing his entire existence on how the game goes...I want to turn to drinking. Hell, maybe even crack and meth. Something.

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