But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.

Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.

Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.

I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have.

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.

Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?