D Williams: 372 books

He curled their values in his fist and tossed them away. They didn’t know what it was like to be him, to be forever sealed into a living tomb of his own making, to have here for a few days the most beautiful woman who would give him the solace he craved. They didn’t know what it’d be like to...

This was standing in one place yet seeing nothing but his face. This was thousands of miles between them and home yet having beside her all she’d ever need. This was long days and longer nights dedicated to the look in his eyes, the brush of his hands, the sound of his voice. This was one beautiful...

She was, in everyday terms, a gold digger, but she liked to think she had a good heart. Maybe she didn't though. Maybe in latching onto the idea she could become more than stupid Parker Rousch, the thought she could be in the stories Martina had told about her brother, maybe at that moment she'd lost...

This is what he wanted. This right here. He'd not known it until now, but he wanted her with a ring on her hand, their hearts united. He wanted Mrs. Jared Flint to stare at him like Holly did, to make him want to forgo breakfast and make love to her instead. Jared Flint struggles to overcome...

“And if I walk away?” she asked. “If going back to New York is what I choose?” Sadness washed in his eyes, and she wished she hadn’t put it there. “Will you ever forget Brutus Pope?” he asked. She shook her head. “Never.” ----- TV baking star, Padgett...

The energy coursing through them changed in form, as strong as it’d been, but different. It bound them together, driving him closer, until she could see the fine hairs dusting his chin. Dagger lowered his hands to his sides. “By the authority of the church and in accordance with the state,...

“Who are you?” she asked, hesitant. She would wake up any minute and find this night a dream. She hadn’t gotten stuck on the side of the road in the midst of a downpour. She hadn’t been attacked by an unknown assailant, and she wasn’t staring at a second man, thinking if he didn’t...

What exactly did I want from Roman? If he asked, what would I say? I swallowed hard. No point in thinking that because he hadn’t asked, wouldn’t ask, and months from now would be way more interested in Manuela than he was in me. That had to be my problem tonight. It was all slipping through...

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~ She was the girl in the audience he often sang to, giving the words pseudo-purpose. Except he hadn't sang a thing tonight, yet they were wrapped up together. He couldn't say if they'd started something or not by being here. Maybe friendship, if that's what this was, or love, if that was what it...

Without another word, he vanished back into the rain, and she stood there, shaking violently, wondering if he felt the drops at all or was instead made from them. A vision formed of mist and soil and sky. ----- After long correspondence, Ona Privett accepts the marriage proposal of a...

Gio twisted his shoulders, jerking himself upright, and hooked a foot around the door frame. One last try. There had to be a way out. “Sergeant,” he shouted. “Stay strong. Don’t give up.” Don’t give up. God, help me. God. He would answer. Somewhere there was a purpose in this. But...

A lifetime. How had the boy who pulled pranks become a man who talked about lifetimes? ----- Sent south for the summer, eighteen-year-old Iris Willow expects the next three months to be the worst. After all, there can't be anything interesting about eight brothers raised on a small-town...

"Go ahead," I said calmly. "Yell at me. Once again, all I remember is Jordan. Oh, yeah, and I remembered where I kept the chocolate, too. Only now, I think I'll share it rather than eat it all myself or do you have a problem with that?" His reply came out a sort of hissing...