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Splendid (The Splendid Trilogy #1) The Last Days of Lorien (Lorien Legacies: The Lost Files #5)

Her words are like gasoline on a match. Desire rages through my blood. It roars in my ears.

My shirt is soaked. I’ll have to change it. Maybe he has a T-shirt I can borrow.Okay, let’s get you out of the tub.

Secret Surrender (Forever #2)

I look at him, and he’s got the towel wrapped around his waist.I grab his crutches from beside the tub and hand them to him. He sets the crutches on the floor and tucks them under his arm. I can see the strain it puts on him as he gets his good leg out of the tub and onto the floor, putting his weight on it.Let’s get you dressed then.

Siren Song (Blood Singer #2)

We head into his bedroom, and with his directions, I get him some boxer shorts and a T-shirt to wear.I help get the boxer shorts on over his boot, up to his knee, and then I let him do the rest himself, turning my back to give him privacy.

Do you have a T-shirt I could borrow? My shirt’s a little wet. I’ll bring it back tomorrow.

Knock yourself out. Top drawer of the dresser.Wrath’s brows tightened over the bridge of those dark glasses, as if he didn’t appreciate his males chiming in. Change in direction for you, isn’t it?

Xcor’s goals are no longer my own.It has been a long time coming. Throe glanced over his shoulder, and Abalone would have preferred not to be the object of his regard. As my distant cousin recalls, I am not from soldier stock. Through circumstances beyond my control, I was forced to take advantage of Xcor’s dubious kindness. He required me to repay him with a tenure of service. As you know, having found me bleeding in that alley many, many months ago, his methods for ensuring loyalty are not conversational in nature.

Foreplay (The Ivy Chronicles #1)

Ah, yes, that was right, Abalone remembered. Some time ago, Throe had been discovered by the Brotherhood, left for dead with a stab wound to the gut not inflicted by a lesser. In fact, from what Abalone had heard, the male had been injured by the Band of Bastards’ own leader. Throe had been taken in by the Brotherhood who had sought to gather information from him, and then released back out into the world with a message for Xcor.Word had it that Layla had fed the fighter whilst he had lingered on death’s door, the Chosen offering her vein to one whom she had assumed to be a noble soldier instead of her King’s enemy.

Quite a messy affair it all had been.Wrath’s nostrils flared as if he were testing the male’s scent. So what do you expect me to do with this little news flash? No offense, but where you’re at and who you’re affiliated with doesn’t affect my world one way or the other.

But learning the location of where the Band of Bastards sleeps would.And you’re going to tell me, the King said in a bored voice.

Ever heard of the Trojan Motherfucker? V spat. ’Cuz I’m looking at him.Wrath’s jaw got tight. Give us an address if you want. But just as with your political alliances, the B.o.B crib is not high on my list of shit to do.

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