Mecca Ramey

“This was supposed to be innocent, Kellan!” I spat at him. “We were never innocent, Kiera. How naïve are you?” he said in the same tone, moving against me again. “God, I hate you . . .” I whispered, tears of rage stinging my eyes. Equally enraged, he stared right back at me. “No, you don’t. . . .”
― S.C. Stephens, Thoughtless

“You…” His head shook slowly, gaze never leaving my breasts. “Have so much trouble following rules.” “Yeah,” I huffed. “And you love it.” Hungry eyes flashed up, a predatory glint shading the colors of his stare. “Do you know why I love it?” “Because you get to punish me when I’m bad?” Approval flared across his face, and well-worked hands trailed down my waist to the band of my jeans. If possible, his voice was hotter than his stare. “That’s correct, Ms, Sanders.”
― Alexandria Lee, Unlawful Temptations

“I’ve been chasing the impossible for eleven years. Maybe it’s time to stop chasing. Maybe it’s time to start figuring out how to live without him.”
― K. Bromberg, Sweet Regret

“This is practically a how-to manual on how to please a woman. How are more men not reading these?”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move