Wendy Hodges

“world. I’d happily tour and play for free if I could afford it. What a privilege to share a common love with people and bring pleasure to a mass crowd who are all there to hear you do your show and tell session.”
― K.L. Shandwick, Love with Every Beat

“Jesus, Ayda, don’t you get it? I want you. I want you safe. I want you happy. I want you to have what you deserve. I want you in a life where shit isn’t always so heavy. I want someone to treat you with the patience and the respect you deserve, but the thought of anyone else touching you makes me want to rip the throats of a hundred men out—men I don’t even know—just for the sake of being the brutal bastard that I am. I want you to not always give me that look that’s begging me to do the right thing when the wrong thing comes so easily to me. I want to never have to disappoint you. I want to give you the world. I want to not want all of these things because wanting them and wanting you means that no matter how much I try and stop myself from admitting that I love you…” My eyes flew open to meet hers. “I can’t, because I love you. I really fucking love you, Ayda.”
― Victoria L. James, Without Mercy

“Lily looked back at me, and as if by some magnetic force our eyes pierced each other’s again. The simmering embers of anger I had been controlling were fanned into a blaze of fire in my belly by the time I reached her.”
― K.L. Shandwick, Love with Every Beat

“I realized I was indulging myself; objectifying her, fantasizing about her, and I had been biting and licking my dry lips. Her hooded, lust-filled eyes were fixed on my mouth. She was watching my mouth intently, her tongue sliding tantalizingly slowly across her dry lips.”
― K.L. Shandwick, Love with Every Beat