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

On the other hand it was bad manners to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if you're getting it from an overweight cracker in a fringe shirt.

He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. "You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse?" "Nope!" "Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me.

Getting a lecture on restraint from the woman who threw a hissy fit and blew up Babylon.

I know it may come as a shock, but it's sort of considered polite to wait for the consent of the woman. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if you don't wait, you may have to deal with pesky criminal charges like kidnapping and rape.

I make a bad mom, but I can pull off a crazy aunt.

The sight of me puffing and straining apparently amused him to no end.