I’m not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can’t think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.
It wasn’t about a women’s weight, it was about who they were, if that brightness shone through their eyes and skin and hair. Ricco found beauty in art. Women were a form of art. All shapes and sizes. All body types.
That won’t be necessary. They aren’t living with us. They can get their own damn homes. If they want to hang around, they can sit out on the roof and play with their guns.
The cell wanted to overthrow the government and to do that, they were hurting their own people. Draden had never seen the logic in that, how could they convince themselves that what they were doing was justified because they believed in the endgame.
She found him very hard to resist, and if she was truthful with herself, she wasn’t trying that much.
Violence, once committed, lingered behind and subtly worked on those sensitive to its ugliness.
Victor watched them working together flawlessly, something his brothers had done from the time most of them were young. That ability to seamlessly blend their talents had allowed them to survive the insanity they’d grown up in. The gifts each of them had always astonished him.
For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She’d seen them for a second, but it didn’t matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life.
Honey, he’s not worth it. No matter how much money he’s got, not matter how big a ring he puts on your finger, if he puts his hands on you, you should run the opposite way as fast as you can.
She belongs to Steele. She’s got a child. Steele’s son, so that woman and that boy are ours.
She hadn’t expected the intamacy of his voice in her head. It had a smoothness to it that gave way now and then to gravel.
Poetry in motion,” she murmured under her breath. She’d heard that expression, but now she knew what it meant, how the words could come alive with a man moving.
He held her, his arms tight around her, trying to tell her without words, that no matter what, he would be there for her.
He was hunting. She knew all about hunting. She lived by hunting. Now she was the prey. Something perverse in her loved that.
Czar, you’re the smartest man I know, and I respect you in every way, but that the dumbest thing I have ever heard. You leave your girl a note pinned to the bed, and you’re gone for 5 years. I can’t wait to meet this woman who stood by your ass for 5 years without one real word from you.
I’m coming for you and nothing will stop me. Not heaven. Not hell. I’m not leaving you in that place.
I need you with me, Raven. You chase away the shadows and lighten the terrible load that threatens to drown me.
She saw him, that man who kept himself isolated, so separate from the rest of the world. She saw him for who he was, and she liked him anyway.
His mouth came down on hers and then he was just possessing her. Taking her over. Leaving her with nothing of herself because she burned up in the fire he generated.
He knew as much as he was deliberately seducing her, she was doing the same for him, although innocently. She wasn’t in the least trying and his body was already hers and always would be.