Storm Damages Quotes

“And then the blasted elevator jolts to a dead stop. My stomach plummets as childhood memories of being trapped in a closed”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“mesmerizing.”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“As soon as he disappears around the corner, CeCe, the secretary who occupies the left side of”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“soft terry robe, stroll across the space and open the”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“work. Spotting an elevator’s closing door, I race for it. “Hold it!” I can’t be late. Not today of all days. My desperation catches someone’s attention because an arm darts out to halt the door’s progress. The gold”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“vista from here is pretty nice.” His head’s lying on my lap, and I’m naked from the waist up. “Yeah, you have a prime viewing seat to my great tits.” He chuckles, but then his mouth twists. “Oww. Don’t make me laugh.” “Fine.” I brush his hair back. “Is this okay?” “Yes. I could lie like this forever.” “Gabriel, you must see a doctor. This week.” “I will.”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“First Edition: July 2013”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“He gives me that lopsided smile of his. “I’m always horny around you.” “Then, Mr. Storm, it’s time you go.” Leaning on me, he slowly comes to his feet, before giving me a hand up. “How are you doing?” I stare into his eyes to gauge his recovery, and I’m pleased to find his”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“Grinning back, he squeezes her hand. “I like you.” Having had enough of Royce’s tomfoolery, I stride toward him just as Brianna strolls in. Officially, she hasn’t met Elizabeth, so I perform”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“accent”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“strand curls over one tawny brow. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the face of an angel. A devil more like, if half the tabloid reports about him are true. Somehow, I don’t think they’re false. What living, breathing woman would pass up the chance to snack on those sensual”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“He steps to the side to make room for me, but even so, his shoulders take up half my space. Not that I mind. Men are my Achilles heel, my Kryptonite. I love their smell, their taste, the sounds”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“stand. “You should go then.” “I will as soon as we’ve settled this. Sit down, Ms. Watson. Please. I can’t remain seated while you stand.” I want to say no, but I can't. He’s in enough pain as it is. I plop back on my chair. He breathes hard for a couple of seconds, probably trying to get his pain under control. “We need to discuss this situation, but we”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“hips against my pussy, right against my clit. I moan with wanton need. He kisses me, thrusts his tongue into my mouth, much the same way he’s”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“to be cut loose, but all I do is drive the head of his penis into me. Imprisoned by his arms and his cock, I groan. “It’s not her.” He thrusts”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“don’t want me to stay and help you?” No. I’m not positive at all. But, of course, I can’t say that. It’s best if he left. “Yes.” As I open the door, the limo pulls up. The storm’s a distant rumble, but”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“heart lurches because the glance he directs at me displays neither love, nor hate, but a careless indifference,”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“tamed his blond hair by cropping it short, but a rebellious sun-streaked strand curls over one”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“But trouble is just what walks in the door one scorching”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“She was his meal ticket, love. He wasn’t about to kill his golden goose. She held all the power.” My voice grows”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“have a large vocabulary.” His tone’s gone deliciously”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“blocks away. And Selfridge’s department store will have anything you need.” “I do need a dress for the weekend.” She claps her well-manicured hands, nails painted in fire engine red. “Ooh, shopping. I’ll go with you if you want.” “It’ll have to be tonight after work.” “No problem. Girls’ night out. Can’t”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“shopping. I’ll go with you if you want.” “It’ll have to be tonight after work.” “No problem. Girls’ night out. Can’t wait.” She almost makes it sound like fun. And it does turn out to be fun. After”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“blocks away. And Selfridge’s department store will have anything you need.” “I do need a dress for the weekend.” She claps her well-manicured hands, nails painted in fire engine red. “Ooh, shopping. I’ll go with you if you want.” “It’ll have to be tonight after work.” “No”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“Kryptonite. I love their smell, their taste, the sounds they make when they come inside of me. But between a full-time job, law school, hours of reading cases, and study groups, I barely have time to sleep, much less date. Which is why I gave them up. “Which floor?” His upper crust Brit accent curls around my spine, making mush out of me. “Uh, nine.” I reach across to press the ‘9’ button, and a whiff of his scent reaches me—expensive cologne, clean soap, and a base note I suspect is just him. My legs, already wobbly from the mad dash from the Metro, turn to Jell-O. Damn! No wonder women stuff panties in his pockets. The man is pure sex on a stick. If anybody could tempt me to break my no-screwing-men vow, yeah, it would be Gabriel Storm. The door closes and someone coughs, alerting me to the other people in the elevator. Hoping no one noticed my temporary lapse of sanity, I look behind me. Only blank expressions greet me. Thank God. It won’t do for a rumor to spread around the office that I’ve been caught drooling over the COO of the company we are negotiating against. No one would take me seriously after that. I do the polite thing and wish good morning all around, get back a couple of nods before the car reaches the second floor, site of my law firm’s cafeteria. As soon as the door opens, the smell of cinnamon drifts into the car. Stuffed French toast day. Knowing what’s coming, I step to the side to avoid the stampede. Not that I blame them. With a limited supply of the delicious treat, it’s every employee for himself. When the doors slide shut, Gabriel Storm and I are the sole occupants in the car. For seven floors,”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“them up. “Which floor?” His upper crust Brit accent curls around my spine, making mush out of me. “Uh, nine.” I reach across to press the ‘9’ button, and a whiff of his scent reaches me—expensive cologne, clean soap, and a base note I suspect is just him. My legs, already wobbly from the mad dash from the Metro, turn”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“between a full-time job, law school, hours of reading cases, and study groups, I barely have time to sleep, much less date. Which is why I gave them up. “Which floor?” His upper crust Brit accent curls around my spine, making mush out of me. “Uh,”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“Storm and I are the sole occupants in the car. For seven floors, he’s all mine. I dare another glance only to find his gaze fastened on me. Lazily, as if he has all day, he devours me from head to toes. Normally, I would fuss or fidget under such an intent stare, but I splurged on a black Donna Karan jersey”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“demand I release him, but simply stands there staring down”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages

“Christ, Elizabeth! Get your head back in the game. You're here to do a job, not drool over a hunky Brit. In my hurry to put some distance between me and the sex god, my knees wobble. I clutch the edge of the conference table to keep from”
― Magda Alexander, Storm Damages