Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn't strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I was. Bitter disappointment filled me, replacing my rage, but I forced myself to ask the final question I wanted an answer to.

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.

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.