I would have given this book five stars, but I couldn't, and I know this is a lame reason, because of the hero's name. Woody, really? All I could picture in my mind was Woody Haralson, whom I don't particularly like, or Woody from Toy Story. So, in my mind, he became Bodie, and then things were m...
He lay absolutely still, inventorying the damage. Oh yeah, this hurt a lot, and it wasn’t just the shoulder he’d dislocated a couple of weeks ago, which hadn’t had time to heal and which had taken another hard hit against the boards last night. He opened an eye, winced, and then groaned as the mo...
The afternoon had been great and now here she was, so feminine and sexy in that pretty shirt, letting him know she wanted him. Still kissing her, he eased her back to lie on the rug, and leaned over her. He moved from her mouth down her neck, tonguing the rapid beat of her...
Riding used different muscles than walking or yoga. Hobbling after Ty with their wineglasses, she said, “Pie later, if that’s okay. That Jacuzzi sounds pretty good.” He turned. “Sore? Sorry, guess I overdid it.” “No, it was wonderful. But I’ve stiff...