Denyse Bridger

“Why don't you come with me and you can judge for yourself?" Challenge hung between them for a few minutes, then Rahve shrugged and rose from his seat. Cord was startled for about a heartbeat of time. He stood and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. "Have dinner with us."Rahve's smile was contemptuous."She doesn't know what you are, does she?""She knows everything she needs to know.”

“You want me, Bella. Why are we playing this game?”Your voice is equal parts gravel and silk and I feel the question against my skin, pouring into my blood like an injection of heated desire.”

“Decadent, rich chocolate; thick, silken, sweet cream; and the coolest breath of satin stroked over quivering skin... He was near...”