If I were you, I’d clear those cobwebs out because there isn’t a shop-vac out there strong enough to handle that job.

— Flora Roberts

I'm going to make love to you, Lanai. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.

— Flora Roberts

Mr. Carter cleared his throat. “Soy sauce.” He deadpanned. “Really, Era?

— Flora Roberts

When I make love to you, Lanai, I want you to feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you, loving you, worshiping your body...

— Flora Roberts

You should really be more careful who you let put their hands on you.” A silky male voice hummed as hot, minty breath wafted around her ear and danced slowly across her nose. Era inhaled deeply, her skin prickled with goose bumps.

— Flora Roberts