You know," she said, stirring her tea, "the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed." I smirked and the tea almost came out of my nose. "He'd run like he was on fire.

You will tell me what you know now," he said. "Or?" He said nothing, so I elaborated. "See, this kind of threat usually has an 'or' attached to it. Or an 'and'. 'Tell me and I'll allow you to live' or something like that.

Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.

I was so happy to be out of there. “Barabas, if you weren’t batting for the other team, I’d marry you.” He grinned. “If I weren’t batting for the other team, I would accept your proposal. You had me at ‘No comment.’ If all my clients were this smart, my life would be much easier. Much, much easier.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

Every handsome man had a flaw. It was just her luck that in William's case that flaw was lunacy.

Some men were handsome. Some were powerful. Curran was...dangerous.