He was royalty. So what? Everyone had a flaw.

No one could ever truly be free as long as they loved, and life wasn't worth living without love. So freedom? Overrated.

Lord Kane beat me up,” one said with a grin. There was blood on his teeth. “Did you see?” “Best. Night. Ever.

I cast a glance in my new admirer's direction. "You may call me Your Highness," I said. "Or Empress Beauty." He chuckled. I wasn't kidding.

Sighing, she shut the book with a snap. “All right. You need to vent, so I’ll listen to you vent. But do it quickly, because Rydstorm was about to plunder Sabine with his thick, hard—

Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.

Is it sad that my first thought happened to be: Thank God I'm off the treadmill.