He preferred curves to supermodel thin. He didn’t understand why women were so hard on themselves. Francesca was beautiful and he didn’t want a single pound to go away.
He was just so intimidating and darkly sensual, filling the room with his presence until she could barely think straight.
My grandfather was in love with my grandmother. They were inseparable. They detested being apart. I’ve seen real love. I’ve felt it when I was with them. They died three hours apart. My grandmother first and then my grandfather followed. Love exists and that’s what I’m offering you.
She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand.
I like you belonging to me, Bree. More importantly, I like belonging to you.
He didn’t look as if he owned her, but as if she was his, cherished and treasured and beautiful to him.
He was the protector of his family – the entire family in every city or town around the world. He was their key to survival.
Blythe. I want to come home. It’s time. It’s way past time. I need to come home. Let me come home, baby. I swear if you do, I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you better than anyone else ever could.
Our old ladies are sacred to us as well as to the entire club. They are always as protected as our families are.
She had no idea what a gift she’d just given him. She was the one he’d searched for. She was the one he hadn’t believed could possibly exist. She had strength, a backbone of steel, and yet she could put herself in his hands and give him what he needed in their relationship.
Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?” “I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?” He was grinning openly at her. “You’re proposing to me with a carload of assassins approaching?
He knew he had to have harmony in his home at all times. He had to have a sanctuary where, no matter the horrors he saw, the things he had to do in order to bring justice to those who would harm others, he could find his peace.
Stefano threw back his head and laughed. She loved the sound. Carefree. Masculine. Enjoying life. He didn’t laugh a lot. “You, bambina, were celebrating me finding you.
I never ever expected to meet a woman I wanted to spend my life with, let alone think I would ever admit to anyone what I was really like. You said you had nothing to give me in return for the things I do for you, but you can clearly see that wouldn’t be the case.
She’d been drawn to him before she met him. Immense satisfaction filled him. He liked that, more than liked it.
He was a shadow rider and that meant no one, ‘no one’ other than family, and even then close family, could the truth about him. She had to be in completely. Committed to him.
She had to steel herself to meet his gaze. It took courage but she managed to raise her lashes to meet all that dark blue. It was like looking at a turbulent night sky. Every time she did, he robbed her of her ability to breathe.
He was going to burn in hell for this, but he’d already had a place reserved in the hottest inferno...
She could be a phoenix, rising like that firebird from the ashes of who she had been.
His body didn’t just want her. It demanded her, burned for her.