Sylvia June Day (born March 11, 1973) is a Japanese American writer of romance novels. She also writes under the pseudonyms S.J. Day and Livia Dare. She is a number one bestselling author in 28 countries.
What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?
People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.
He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.
I've told you before,” he said huskily. “I'll take you however I can get you. ” “Whatever. Don't think I don't know you're topping from the bottom. ” His mouth curved with unapologetic amusement.
I thought we’d turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.
I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. "What is it with you and giving people the finger?" "What? It's a classic.
Gideon knew exactly what I liked. Not because I’d told him, but because he paid attention to everything about me.
You’re not the only one who can get possessive. I’m very proprietary about what’s mine.
I'd stop the world from spinning for you
I can't bail out on Cary," I said apologetically, turning to face him. "Chicks before dicks and all that.
If you leave, we lose and our pasts win.
We’ll never be over, Eva.
Paul straightened, raking Elijah with a sweeping glance. “I’ve never seen a lycan shift so fast. ” “Betcha never seen a lycan who’s nailing a vampress either,” Vash said. “Syre’s second, no less. It’s a whole new world.
I've never worked so hard for anything in my life as I have for you.
You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken. ” His pressed his lips gently to mine. “And the greatest reward.
You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.
Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.
B. O. B. and I have a longtime understanding - when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me. Good night Gideon.
I’m going out, remember?” I prodded. “And I’m going to drink too much, which makes me horny. Don’t forget to take your vitamins, ace.
There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.