Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.

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

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.