Grand-mere is in her eighties with a bad heart. Don’ go makin’ her cut down a switch to use on either of you,” Wyatt warned, half teasing, but more serious. “Because she would if you don’ mind your manners.
He was beginning to realize life with another was lived in moments. Heartbeats of time, and this was one of them. A perfect moment.
We’re going to climb out. Straight up, honey. Whitney’s boys aren’t going to shoot you or Sebastian.” “Are you out of your mind? We’re going to go up a rope into a helicopter with the backwash from the blades, sharpshooters taking potshots, and a baby?” He grinned at her. “Sounds like a fun date, doesn’t it?
I’m not above putting you over my knee.” She went up on her toes to cover the scant couple of inches needed to find his mouth with hers. “Sounds intriguing,” she murmured against his lips. She brushed kisses back and forth across his mouth. “But you’d better really enjoy it, because once you let me up, I’ll have to retaliate, just for the sake of all women across the world.” He choked, laughter welling up.
I know,” he admitted as he rested his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. “What are we going to do now?” A slow smile curved his mouth. “I really expected you to kill me so I wouldn’t have to figure that part out.
Sarah didn’t like complications. Ancient prophecies and broad shoulders and black auras were definite complications.
He just likes everyone to think he’s a badass.” “I am a badass, damn it,” Jackson said. He picked up the comb and carefully started on the next thick strand of hair. “You seem to be the only one who isn’t aware of it.
Incoming. Are you sure? You sound so calm. Maybe you’re wrong. I’m not wrong. Can you do this, Rose? He had to know if she was going to panic. I can kill whoever they send, no problem. Of course I can do this. I’m pregnant, not braindamaged. My condition doesn’t change my personality. Kane rubbed his chin. Being pregnant might not have changed her personality, but it certainly made her a bit testy.
She looked at him with an expression far too close to reverence. Bordering on real adoration. Real. He didn’t get real. He didn’t even deserve it.
She had taken him over when he wasn’t looking. When he’d been so busy binding her to him. Wanting his own woman for all the wrong reasons and realizing when he had her, what the right reasons were.
She didn’t have to love him back. He probably wouldn’t know what to do with it if she did. No one ever had.
You saved our people. You saved the human race. Not once, but decade after decade. It was your nature that allowed you to do so.
This is such bull, Brian. My own driver-slash-bodyguard is kidnapping us. And my bodyguard brother put us in the car. And my bodyguard boyfriend is off playing with his friends. Sheesh.” She crossed her arms across her chest and kicked the front seat hard, right in the middle of Steve’s back. “And when he stops this car, I’m kicking his ass.
The Drakes are tenacious. Once they sink their teeth into a problem, it gets resolved, because they don’t know the meaning of the word quit. Sarah won’t quit you, so don’t quit her.
I was born to be with you, Kate. You’re supposed to be some kind of a magical woman, filled with the second sight, yet you don’t see what’s right in front of you. Why is that?
Her voice brought a sense of peace, of tranquillity, of something beautiful and satisfying. It filled Matt with longing for a home and a family of his own. It filled him with a deep sense of pride and respect for Kate Drake.
Damon stared at the house, drawn to the warmth of it. It seemed almost alive, begging him to come closer. He went outside onto his deck, intending to sit in the chair and enjoy his view of the sea. Instead he found himself limping his way steadily up the path toward the cliffs. It was nearly a compulsion.
The gate, which had been securely locked, stood open in welcome. Everything seemed to be welcoming him. A sense of peace began to steal into his heart.
There’s something real here. I feel connected to nature. My mind is still and calm. I love to hear the birds sing and the wind move through the leaves on the trees.
Honey, it’s no good to ever think that way. We make the decisions we make based on information we have at the time. You did what you thought was right. How could you possibly have known there were such monsters in the world? I didn’t know. They killed Genevieve’s boyfriend and her grandmother. They killed my mentor and my brother. I still didn’t know, not really, not until I saw them for myself. You can’t blame yourself for something that is out of your control.