Dale Mayer Quotes & Sayings

She grinned. Lifted herself up on her elbow so she could look down at him, and said, "Now that you've recovered, ready to go again? — Dale Mayer

If it weren't for the animals waiting for her, she wouldn't bother getting out of bed. Then, room service was a little lacking when you lived alone. — Dale Mayer

Closing her eyes, she let her body answer for her. Her lips parted slightly. Her tongue slipped out to caress his thumb. Sliding first to one side then to the other. Brandt bent his head, his eyes absorbed with her every tiny movement.
From under heavy lids, Sam watched his eyes deepen, darken. Sliding her tongue further out, she slowly seductively curled it around the top of his thumb. Instinctively, she'd invited him inside. He couldn't resist. His thumb stroked the inside of her lips, gently caressing her teeth and the inside of her lips. Sam gently clamped her teeth down on his thumb and tugged it inside. She sucked it very lightly, her eyes wider, watching him watch her. — Dale Mayer

He willingly offered her every part of himself for her pleasure. Sam took full advantage. Pushing up on his shoulders, he rolled over onto his back, swinging her on top of him. Sam laughed joyously and accepted the invitation. Using her fingers, her lips and her tongue, she traced, teased, and tormented Brandt until he could stand it no more.
Without warning, Sam found herself flipped over, tucked under him, her legs hooked over his hips. Brandt waited until Sam gazed into his eyes. Then dropping his forehead to hers, he plunged deep. — Dale Mayer

This wasn't her room or her bed, and it sure as hell wasn't her body. Tears welled and trickled slowly from eyes not her own. Then the pain started. Still, she couldn't move. She could only endure. Terror clawed — Dale Mayer

put a complex man like Brian in front of her, — Dale Mayer

Maybe it's not about the mistakes you make but the decisions you make after the mistakes. — Dale Mayer

Memories swamped her, flooding her senses with yet more hurt. Sam broke down. Like an animal, — Dale Mayer

physical pain and do yet — Dale Mayer

malevolence has been released from the earth. Instead of laying her ghosts to rest, Jade finds herself confronting — Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer. She's best known for her Psychic Visions series. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also writes paranormal — Dale Mayer

He'd never met anyone quite like her.

Then he couldn't think as her hand slid down his back to his buttocks and squeezed. Her toes slowly climbed his calves, and he realized she hadn't just enjoyed the first time around. She had learned. As she slid her hand between them to find him, his eyes crossed.

"Christ", he whispered as her fingers closed around him, her body sliding lower and lower.

She'd learned a hell of a lot. — Dale Mayer

Add boyish, slim as a board, pancake. It's okay, I've heard it all."

He raised his head and said mildly, "I wasn't thinking in terms of your chest size."

"Good thing as I don't have one." She smirked and popped a big chunk of potato into her mouth. "The nice thing is I can run without those things flying in my face, too." And damn if she didn't make a comical face that had him shouting with laughter. — Dale Mayer

twins are terrific," Karina replied, feeling — Dale Mayer

Evil wasn't a force from some horrible underworld. It was the force inside people that allowed them to act in horrible ways. — Dale Mayer

When they were only a foot apart, both nude, she swayed toward him. He tugged her close, feeling her shock as heated skin met hot skin. God, he wanted her. His need was something he couldn't hide. Lord was she beautiful. Long, lean, muscled, but gently rounded everywhere.

"Are you--"

Her mouth latched onto his, silencing him as she began to explore his body.

Yeah, he;d have to say...she was sure. — Dale Mayer

If she lived here, the first thing she'd do is get out her paint brush and color the world. — Dale Mayer

different genres. To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening — Dale Mayer

self-pity was like quicksand. Dip one toe in and it slowly sucked in the rest of you, until you were drowning in gloom. — Dale Mayer

Survival instincts screamed at her to run. White agony dropped her in place. — Dale Mayer

dazed mind. Early morning rays highlighted the water stains shining through the slap-dash — Dale Mayer