I swear to God . . .”“God doesn’t come to this part of the house, so swear to me.” -Liam C
~ J.j. Mcavoy
Step one, accept she was a damn boss. Step two, hide all the knives, guns, and maybe the pillows, too.
Liam, soon-to-be-fucking-dead, Callahan was walking down the stairs—my fucking stairs—with his sex hair high and his green eyes sharper than razor blades. He was beautiful, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have to put a bullet in his head and then smash it through a fucking wall.-Melody G.
My name,” I whispered in her ear, and she shivered with pleasure. “Say my name again. Not in anger, or disgust, but as you did just now. As if I am the only man in the world who can satisfy you.~Liam C.
