See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.

My history is long, and not much of it is good. I can't erase it, but I'm determined not to make another mistake. Not when the stakes are high, not when it comes to you.

Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.