Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak.

— Kate Meader

Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheese-head and I would still want to do you.” She sighed. “Such a romantic.

— Kate Meader

Pucker up, Hollywood. By the time I’m finished with you, the neighbors are going to need a cigarette.

— Kate Meader

She cracked a sexy smile with a side of condescension. “Jack, I’m not looking to know you.” No, she wasn’t, unless you counted biblically. She was looking for the guy who indiscriminately dated and bedded famous women. A guy whose life could be reduced to adjectives, most of them unflattering. That guy.

— Kate Meader

She leaned in, a tip she had read today on Huff Po’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low. Being sexy was exhausting.

— Kate Meader

She should pull away, even though she had begged for it with her smart mouth. She should punish him for every crime he’d perpetrated. For being too good-looking, too sexy, too everything. But the kiss was like him—just too damn good. Warm and brutal, providing answers to questions she never knew she had. He teased with his tongue along the seam of her mouth, seeking that last nudge of acceptance as if it was his God-given right. She parted her lips, and like a predator hinged on her threshold, he took.

— Kate Meader

She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands!

— Kate Meader

Staying level with Tess was going to require fast thinking, which was mighty difficult considering all the blood he needed for said thought processes was now hurtling south.“What would this job involve?”“Only one task. Make. Me. Believe.”“That I’m your fiancé?” Cue her smile, sly and sexy. First time she’d let him in on that action, too. “That you want me more than your next breath.” If she moved forward a couple of inches, his boner would make her believe.

— Kate Meader

The only good deed I’ll be doing tonight is for the angels.”“The angels?”“Haven’t you heard? Every time I make you come, an angel gets his wings.” Brady dropped his smoky gaze to Gage’s mouth for a beat. “We really need to leave. Now.

— Kate Meader

This is what she hated about hot guys. That warm and fuzzy feeling she got when one of them anointed her as worthy.

— Kate Meader