A biography for Cristin Harberhasn’t been written yet.
“This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—”
“She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn’t get to the gate and un-board them, he was going to pull the emergency hatch.”
“God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.”“No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.”
“American girls shivered and quivered at the Aussie accent whispered against their bodies.”
“Chocolate cake and a diamond ring? In bed with the man of my dreams?”
“Holy swoonballs!”
“You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.”