• Their Virgin's Secret (Masters of Ménage #2) Salvation (Guardian Angel #3)

    Funny. Hilary turned her attention to the foyer, surveying the area before walking toward the living room. Your man has some good taste. She stared up at the massive painting of Oliver as a toddler playing with wooden blocks, which hung in the center of the room. And a seriously cute kid. She turned back to me. You make the perfect addition.

    How are you doing? I ask Prudy. She is wearing a blue chenille bathrobe, and her shoulder-length dark hair is disheveled and stringy.Oh, not good. Not good at all, Patience. I don’t know what to do! There’s never a break! When I lie down, my back hurts. When I stand up, the pains come closer . . . Oh, what should I do? Help me!

    Dark Slayer (Dark #20)

    I shake my head. It’s going to be a long day.All afternoon, the female companions hover like fruit flies. I get Prudy to lie down for an abdominal examination, but before I can see how firm her belly gets or determine the baby’s position, she screams and they help her get up. If I suggest she try rocking in the rocking chair, Mrs. Wade and Mrs. Blum want her to lie down on her side. If I show her how to bounce up and down to shake the baby into the best position, they want her to kneel and pray. The heartbeat, from my brief check, is steady, and the contractions are every six minutes.Becky doesn’t get very involved, and I’m not sure what her role is, maybe just moral support, since she saw Prudy at her clinic. I’m sure she’s wondering how she got roped into this. Bitsy too, stays out of the way, sitting in the corner by the fireplace, keeping a low profile, reading her book, Up from Slavery, one of my favorites. Now and then we catch each other’s eyes without expression. We both know that the scene is out of control, but we don’t know what to do about it.

    Coming for You (Dirty, Dark, and Deadly #3)

    I’m Charles Lindbergh, flying through the dark without instruments. Prudy’s response to the pains is so exaggerated, she could be close to delivery or two days away. Now that I think of it, I don’t even know for sure if the baby’s head is down.Finally I decide I’d better do a vaginal exam. I’ll be outside the law again, and I glance at Becky, knowing she’s aware of the midwifery statute, but the information I can get by doing it is essential.

    Prudy, I need to do a better examination. If you lie on the bed for a minute and bring down your bloomers, I can tell you, by feeling inside, how your labor’s coming. She finally agrees, and pulling on my gloves I find the baby’s head low in the pelvis, but she’s only half dilated. As soon as I’m finished, she pops off the bed and begins to wail again.

    That was horrible! I can’t stand it on my back. I keep seeing myself spread-eagle, strapped on the delivery table, the shiny metal forceps in the doctor’s hands!He chuckled. Fine. I was fourteen.

    Holy shit. Why is it guys are always so young?Not all guys, he disagreed. I had a friend at uni who lost his when he was twenty-one. We celebrated for so long after it happened, five of us ended up with alcohol poisoning.

    The Monstrumologist (The Monstrumologist #1)

    I snorted. Okay. So not all guys. But fourteen? Wow.Killian shrugged. I don’t think it’s the same for a guy as it is for a girl. For me, it was about being horny as hell and finding an outlet.

    I wrinkled my nose. What you’re saying is that it was a form of masturbation?I am not, he scoffed. I mean it was about mutual release. It felt good. Sex was an escape from . . . reality.

    Who was the girl? I was trying desperately not to sound jealous. Even though the scary truth was that I was jealous of any woman who had touched Killian that way. Especially one who had offered him an opportunity to disappear from his grief for a while.Maryanne Wright. She was gorgeous and sixteen. He scrubbed a hand over his face with a regretful sigh. Everyone called her the town bike.

    Because every guy at school had ridden her.Okay, now I feel less bad about my virginity story.