L.A. Gallagher

“I suppose I’m going to hell anyway…’ He shrugs, then his hard, hot lips crash onto mine, hungrily parting my mouth with his tongue, demanding entry, deep and hot and urgently. I submit to his kiss, grabbing his polo shirt, twisting it in my fist. His arms reach around my back, yanking me against his taut torso until our bodies are flush, hip to hip, toe to toe. My skin fizzes. My legs are weak. I could kiss this man all damn day and it wouldn’t be long enough. My soul is on fire. The rest of the world melts away as his tongue dances with mine, exploring, capturing, claiming.”
― L.A. Gallagher, Redeem Me

“By the time I’ve finished with you, you’re going to understand exactly how it feels to be able to look, but not touch. How it feels to be a slave to someone else’s urges. To want something so badly but know it’s out of your reach.”
― L.A. Gallagher, Redeem Me