D Williams: 372 books

Nothing softened a man better than the touch of a woman. He knew this first hand and had sought the last five years to forget it. There it was again, though. The warmth, the joy her laughter gave. The sparkle that kissed a man's mind when he knew she'd been around. And an ache in his heart...

She was happiness. And cleansing. And this was love. The kind that made his chest ache, his heart pound. A craving never quite satisfied until he'd tasted it again. Wrong or right, how they'd found one another, Aletta was the best part of breathing. ----- Tyson Pyke emerged from...

Being honest with herself, the fat girl never got the cute guy, but the fat girl always fell too hard too fast. It was like knowing it wouldn’t happen made her want the impossible that much more. Sitting on the couch with him, she’d been far too comfortable, and in that moment, she’d remembered...

For a moment, she thought she'd dreamed of their lovemaking, but, the minutes passing, knew she hadn't and wept for the craving that now captured her soul. The truth clarified in her, all their actions lying exposed. She'd needed him before for all the wrong reasons. She needed him now for...

The emotions which drove him forward also pulled him back. He saw his behavior, stark and clear, where any step he took to the left or right would lead, and though couldn't stop from walking the path he'd chosen, he could, on the other hand, hold his passions in check. He wouldn't become "the...

"We'll find her. If she's as smart as you say she is, then she's a survivor." But would they get there before whoever stole the paintings found out she was on their tail? Because he'd never forgive himself if they didn't. Never. This had gone way beyond cops and robbers. He...

This was pointless. I didn’t love Roman Avery, yet I wanted to kiss Roman Avery. I’d bought a swimsuit to impress Roger Keen, but all I could think of was what Roman Avery would say about it. Now, Roman Avery said he had a date, and I was actually … actually … jealous. It smacked me in the...

He pressed in again, this time, nipping her bottom lip, and the entire room seemed to swallow her, the walls spinning, the floor falling away. Hanging onto him, she descended into a multicolored vision, shades of light she’d never seen filling her head. When her vision cleared, he shone, the purest,...

Josh blinked. He could still kiss her. Then he'd know if he was crazy to think it at all. If it flopped, they could laugh it off. "Well, I guess …" she began. She reached for the knob. "Wait." She tilted her head up, and he inhaled, his nerve wavering, then...

Tears burned behind her lids, and unwilling to let them fall, Dorothy ducked her head, sucking in a needed breath. He'd apologize for Drew? Especially when Drew had gone out of his way to run her away from him. The comparison stood stark in her mind, Louis's gentleness against Drew's anger. Rival...

He turned his back to her and stepped away, then halted and revolved on one heel. “I can’t,” he said. He returned to where he’d been, and the quiet seemed to enclose them, his breath and hers the only noises besides the whisper of falling snow. “I can’t just walk away.” ----- When...

She looked up and paused in her stirring, the same disbelief surfacing on her face. "What? I've grown horns?" He shook his head. Curves. She'd grown curves and soft skin and a rosy tint to her cheeks. Nelson Trader's after-school tutoring with fellow senior, Brigitte Pink,...

Who was this boy that could stop a bullet with the palm of his hand? And why had someone wanted to kill him? ----- Headed north to Washington D.C. aboard the wrong bus, Phoebe Faegen turns for help from the handsome boy seated on her left. But his instructions are strange from the start...

Head slanted downward, she rubbed the back of her neck, her steps slowing at sight of the rumpled bed. How had she gotten in this deep so quickly? One night was now two, and if he came to the door tomorrow, it'd be three. She was addicted, to the rush, to him … which didn't make it right....