Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

Always take the most unexpected route

Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

Better be careful talking about how good my cooking is. Roslyn might get jealous.” The vampire madam let out a soft laugh. “Oh, I’ll freely admit that your cooking is much better than mine, Gin. But I have certain skills you don’t, especially in the bedroom. I think that Xavier far prefers those, even over a plate of the Pork Pit’s best barbecue.” Roslyn gave Xavier a sly look, and the giant’s grin widened. “Well played, Roslyn,” I murmured. “Well played.

He gave me his word. That means something to a man like Donovan Caine. Yeah, it means you'll realize he's an exceptionally good liar when you're clutching your intestines and choking on your own blood on his living room floor.