“Be careful. Please. The border…The fucking border.” I feel a wildness spreading through me. “It’s nothing but a giant wound, a big gash between the two countries. Why does it have to be like that? I don’t understand. It’s just some random, stupid line. How can anyone tell people where they can and can’t go?”
―
Erika L. Sánchez,
I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter
“If you can still walk after that, then I didn’t fuck you nearly hard enough.” ― Erika Wilde, The Marriage Diaries
“I know all about the wildness of youth, believe me. But regret has a terrible ability to follow you, long after youth has vanished” ― Erika Johansen, The Invasion of the Tearling
“A storm of yellow notepads, broken pencils, papers, and books littered the tables and floor of the room, along with a collection of empty beer cans. It looked as if a party of wild librarians had just cleared out.” ― Erika Robuck, Call Me Zelda
“Oh, my God,” she said, her whispered voice tinged with female admiration and awe. “I think my panties just hit the floor.” The” ― Erika Wilde, Playing with Temptation
“fresh pear martinis,” ― Erika Wilde, Playing with Temptation
“You like restraining me, don’t you?” Between him tying her hands when he’d spanked her and again this evening with the pearls, bondage was becoming a common theme with him—one she enjoyed, as well. “Yeah, I do,” he admitted huskily. “Why?” She was curious to hear his explanation, to know the reasons why having her at his complete mercy excited him so much. He absently skimmed his fingers up and down her spine in a feathery caress. “Because it forces you to relinquish complete control, to let me do whatever I please so you don’t have a choice and no desire remains hidden,” he replied honestly. Ahhh, but she knew she always had a choice—along with a safe word he’d immediately heed. That was the safety net that allowed her to let go of her own inhibitions, to make herself vulnerable to him in ways that deepened the emotional bond between them.” ― Erika Wilde, The Seduction
“neckline of her dress. Jillian turned more fully toward her admirer and gracefully crossed her legs — thank God! They continued to chat, laugh, and flirt while Jillian finished her” ― Erika Wilde, The Marriage Diaries
“Shit.” Dean scrubbed a hand along his jaw and gave Jillian a stern look. “You made me forget all about the meeting I had scheduled for this afternoon with a very important client.” She should have told him she was sorry, but honestly, she wasn’t the least bit contrite about seducing her husband. “Then I guess I should be going.” She stood up, and so did he. Just as she turned to walk around his desk, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back around again. His heated gaze roamed over her disheveled hair, then her face, and he smirked that confident, cocky smile of his. “You do realize, don’t you, that you look like you’ve just been fucked.” She didn’t miss the possessive inflection in his voice. Already, she sensed a change in him, a darker edge that excited her. “I feel like it, too,” she said, unable to deny that she was very tender in the most delicious places. “Do you think anyone will notice that you had your way with me when I walk out of your office?” “I’m sure they will.” And he wanted them to! The rogue.” ― Erika Wilde, The Awakening
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. Oscar Wilde” ― Robert Bryndza, Deadly Secrets
“Then I begin the hunt. A hunt for a flood between 1824 and 1826, the kind that might swallow a troupe of traveling performers, perhaps a floating circus. The kind that might have killed enough people to imbue any objects left behind with a spirit of loss deep enough to cause a curse. I know in my heart this is poor research. Wild chases go against the fundamentals of good research. But the book found its way to me, which works against all logic as well. Hours” ― Erika Swyler, The Book of Speculation
“Erika didn’t burn down your barn!” Lilja said. “It’s still standing.” “Thanks to the rainstorm, not her.” To me, Margret added, “Lilja has a habit of romancing madwomen.” “I do not!” “Either that or you turn them mad, then. I suppose I’ll be locked up in due course. Perhaps after I set the village alight.” ― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries
“I didn’t call you. Erika Wild did. And she really regrets being born. But her father said the condom broke and her mother started out as a man and thought she couldn’t get pregnant, so…it’s all just one big oops, I guess.” ― Zane Mitchell, Meet the Drunks: The Misadventures of a Drunk in Paradise: Book 5
“Presumptuous because you bought the condoms or because you got the Magnum size?” ― carly phillips erika wilde
“Він уб'є іншого чоловіка або помре сам, захищаючи жінку, яку кохав.” ― Carly Phillips, Erika Wilde, Dirty Sexy Saint
“Like a Celtic goddess, this one, wrathful and passionate. And wild, he reminded himself. Last time he’d had her, she’d wriggled out of his arms and right out of his life. A life that’d had a lot less color since then.” ― Erika Masten, Bonnie Sass
“If you can still walk after that, then I didn’t fuck you nearly hard enough.” ― Erika Wilde, The Marriage Diaries
“I know all about the wildness of youth, believe me. But regret has a terrible ability to follow you, long after youth has vanished” ― Erika Johansen, The Invasion of the Tearling
“A storm of yellow notepads, broken pencils, papers, and books littered the tables and floor of the room, along with a collection of empty beer cans. It looked as if a party of wild librarians had just cleared out.” ― Erika Robuck, Call Me Zelda
“Oh, my God,” she said, her whispered voice tinged with female admiration and awe. “I think my panties just hit the floor.” The” ― Erika Wilde, Playing with Temptation
“fresh pear martinis,” ― Erika Wilde, Playing with Temptation
“You like restraining me, don’t you?” Between him tying her hands when he’d spanked her and again this evening with the pearls, bondage was becoming a common theme with him—one she enjoyed, as well. “Yeah, I do,” he admitted huskily. “Why?” She was curious to hear his explanation, to know the reasons why having her at his complete mercy excited him so much. He absently skimmed his fingers up and down her spine in a feathery caress. “Because it forces you to relinquish complete control, to let me do whatever I please so you don’t have a choice and no desire remains hidden,” he replied honestly. Ahhh, but she knew she always had a choice—along with a safe word he’d immediately heed. That was the safety net that allowed her to let go of her own inhibitions, to make herself vulnerable to him in ways that deepened the emotional bond between them.” ― Erika Wilde, The Seduction
“neckline of her dress. Jillian turned more fully toward her admirer and gracefully crossed her legs — thank God! They continued to chat, laugh, and flirt while Jillian finished her” ― Erika Wilde, The Marriage Diaries
“Shit.” Dean scrubbed a hand along his jaw and gave Jillian a stern look. “You made me forget all about the meeting I had scheduled for this afternoon with a very important client.” She should have told him she was sorry, but honestly, she wasn’t the least bit contrite about seducing her husband. “Then I guess I should be going.” She stood up, and so did he. Just as she turned to walk around his desk, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back around again. His heated gaze roamed over her disheveled hair, then her face, and he smirked that confident, cocky smile of his. “You do realize, don’t you, that you look like you’ve just been fucked.” She didn’t miss the possessive inflection in his voice. Already, she sensed a change in him, a darker edge that excited her. “I feel like it, too,” she said, unable to deny that she was very tender in the most delicious places. “Do you think anyone will notice that you had your way with me when I walk out of your office?” “I’m sure they will.” And he wanted them to! The rogue.” ― Erika Wilde, The Awakening
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. Oscar Wilde” ― Robert Bryndza, Deadly Secrets
“Then I begin the hunt. A hunt for a flood between 1824 and 1826, the kind that might swallow a troupe of traveling performers, perhaps a floating circus. The kind that might have killed enough people to imbue any objects left behind with a spirit of loss deep enough to cause a curse. I know in my heart this is poor research. Wild chases go against the fundamentals of good research. But the book found its way to me, which works against all logic as well. Hours” ― Erika Swyler, The Book of Speculation
“Erika didn’t burn down your barn!” Lilja said. “It’s still standing.” “Thanks to the rainstorm, not her.” To me, Margret added, “Lilja has a habit of romancing madwomen.” “I do not!” “Either that or you turn them mad, then. I suppose I’ll be locked up in due course. Perhaps after I set the village alight.” ― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries
“I didn’t call you. Erika Wild did. And she really regrets being born. But her father said the condom broke and her mother started out as a man and thought she couldn’t get pregnant, so…it’s all just one big oops, I guess.” ― Zane Mitchell, Meet the Drunks: The Misadventures of a Drunk in Paradise: Book 5
“Presumptuous because you bought the condoms or because you got the Magnum size?” ― carly phillips erika wilde
“Він уб'є іншого чоловіка або помре сам, захищаючи жінку, яку кохав.” ― Carly Phillips, Erika Wilde, Dirty Sexy Saint
“Like a Celtic goddess, this one, wrathful and passionate. And wild, he reminded himself. Last time he’d had her, she’d wriggled out of his arms and right out of his life. A life that’d had a lot less color since then.” ― Erika Masten, Bonnie Sass
