Trixie murmured. “It’s on like Donkey Kong.
I’m not into werewolves, but holy crap is he a hottie. Totally gorgeous and built like a tank. I bet he’s got one down to his –.
All creatures are capable of darkness, but not all choose to succumb to it.
I am waiting for you in the living room... the very pink living room. I do hope that when we acquire a home of our own, after this nonsense has passed, you will not insist on bathing the entire space in shades of bubble gum.
Lottie tilted her head to one side and looked Maya up and down. “You’re a little bit of a thing, but I hear you’re good at stirring up big trouble.
The man was absolutely beautiful. Vampire. Warrior. Whatever Shan Quesada was all man.
I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, but you’ll have to forgive an old vampire for being a bit rusty in the dreamscape.
What’s up?” Doug asked with a loud whisper as he swung the door open. His short blond hair was in a state of disarray and the pajama pants he wore were horribly wrinkled. The poor guy looked like a disheveled mess. Pressing his finger to his lips, he stepped back and gestured for Sadie to come in. “Emily is finally asleep, and if she wakes up, I might actually cry.
The only thing I’m afraid of losing... is you.
You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you’re still a man who won’t talk about anything.
Are ya tryin’ to kill me, Maggie?” Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. “Are ya wantin’ to see a grown man beg?
Killian’s low, sexy growl slid over her seductively as he sidled up behind her and nuzzled her ear. “I want to go on record that I was not in favor of putting on clothing, especially when all I can think about is taking yours off.
Damn, girl. If I still breathed, I’d be suffocated by how much I want you.
Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.
Me father always said if ya can find a lass who’s brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.
There ain’t nothin’ that makes a man feel more alive than white-hot desire.
Dakota started laughing. “You wouldn’t have anything back there to help me tame a punk-rock wild child with a disdain for cowboys, would you?
A hot man like that was made for more than friendship.
But make no mistake about it, Jordan. When the time is right and you’re ready” – he trailed his forefinger along the edge of her palm and stilled when she shivered in response – “I have every intention of getting you into bed. And sleeping will have little to do with it.
Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Jordan curled her hands around the lapel of his jacket and tugged him closer. In her heels, she was almost his height, and when she pressed her body against his, her mouth was a scant inch away. Jordan flicked her tongue over his lower lip and whispered. “It might even border on obsession.