He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

He caressed my cheek. "You came for me," I whispered. "Always," he told me.

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

She could've stared into those eyes for a thousand years and never noticed the time passing by.

Some men got excited by white lace and a translucent negligee. My love muffin got excited by a woman dressed to murder. There was probably something deeply twisted about that. Lucky for me, negligees were never my thing.

Everyone had a weakness. It was the law of nature that for each being there was a predator, or a disease, or a vulnerability built into their very core.

Raphael turned me over and looked at me, his face close to mine. "You and I will never be done.You're my mate." He kissed the corner of my mouth. I almost cried. "I stopped sleeping since you left," he said "I'll sleep for a couple of hours, wake up, you're not there." I closed my eyes. "I need an answer, Andrea," he said. "An answer?" "Mate. Yes or no." "Do you need to ask?" I whispered. "You're my mate.