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101 " No one finds out about this…us,” Memphis added between kisses. It "
― Sloane Kennedy , Vengeance (The Protectors, #5)
102 " Can I ask you my first three questions?” Memphis "
103 " He’s never kissed anyone before. It "
― Sloane Kennedy , Redemption (The Protectors, #8)
104 " Can you talk and get naked at the same time?” he asked as he reached up to tug at the buttons of his shirt. “Hell yeah,” I said as I kicked off my shoes and threw out the first of what I hoped would be many questions to come. * "
105 " I was his first kiss. My "
106 " He loved jazz. He hated comedy movies. He read…a lot. And "
107 " How do you want your boys, baby?” I "
108 " It’s just like you said, Roman,” Hunter whispered against his ear. “I can’t tell where I end and you begin.” Roman "
― Sloane Kennedy , Finding Forgiveness (Finding, #4)
109 " Roman pulled back until his cock nearly slipped from Hunter’s body. He held himself there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of Hunter’s depths trying to hold on to his naked cock. He pushed forward again and watched Hunter’s eyes close as his head dipped back on the sleeping bag and Roman used the opportunity to kiss his neck. As soon as Hunter lowered his head again, Roman kissed him and then drew his cock back again. His next glide hit Hunter’s prostate and Hunter groaned at the contact as his legs tried to wrap around Roman’s ass to keep him from pulling out again. But he did it anyway and swallowed Hunter’s answering moan. Over and over he let Hunter’s body draw more and more of his release to the surface as he made love to Hunter’s mouth with his tongue. The "
110 " You stole the Stradivarius. "
― Sloane Kennedy , Sanctuary Found (Pelican Bay, #2)
111 " Who did you lose?” I asked gently. "
― Sloane Kennedy , Atonement (The Protectors, #6)
112 " You knew,” I said. “You said he’d touch me in other ways.” I hated that my voice almost sounded accusatory. Ronan "
― Sloane Kennedy , Revelation (The Protectors, #7)
113 " Because Brody Wilder, member of one of the most influential and very conservative political families in the country, couldn’t be gay. I’d "
― Sloane Kennedy , Finding Hope (Finding, #5)
114 " Levi whispered, “I didn’t know.” That was all he said before his mouth was back on mine. "
115 " My brother. Aleksander…Aleks.” “When?” “Ten "
116 " Ten years ago. He was eight.” Dante’s voice shook with emotion and he dropped his eyes. “How old were you?” “Sixteen.” I "
117 " I’d suffered after Trace had been taken from me but I’d lived. I’d survived. But I knew in my gut that I wouldn’t survive it if I lost Seth. I was in love with him. Plain and simple. And yet it wasn’t. I’d been in love with Trace, but with Seth…God, I lived and breathed for Seth. Bullet "
― Sloane Kennedy , A Family Chosen: Volume 1 (The Protectors and Barrettis #1)
118 " While Tristan owned a part of my heart that I could never give away, Memphis had just stolen the rest of it. And while the realization that I was falling in love for only the second time in my entire life should have had me leaping for joy, all it did was make my insides reel with sadness. Because even if some miracle happened and Memphis decided one day that he might want to be with me, it meant I would have to let go of the small glimmer of hope that I still held onto that maybe Tristan would someday see me as more. I "
119 " He was kidnapped.” I managed to keep the curse word that nearly slipped from my lips to myself. “Did they ever…” I hesitated, not knowing how to ask my question. But Dante solved the problem by shaking his head. “Everyone was holding out hope that there’d be a ransom call.” When he didn’t continue, I said, “But there wasn’t.” He let out an ugly little laugh. “Kids from favelas don’t get kidnapped for ransom.” I stiffened. “Favelas…those are…those are slums in Brazil, aren’t they?” Dante nodded. “Only one reason to take a kid from a neighborhood that the rest of the world doesn’t give two shits about.” My stomach fell as I realized what he meant. Human trafficking. As "
120 " retribution noun ret·ri·bu·tion \ˌre-trə-ˈbyü-shən\ Punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act. "