I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.

There's nothing I can do that's going to drive you away, is there?" I murmured. Owen flashed me a sly grin. "Finally figuring that out, are you? I nodded. His grin deepened. "Well, it sure took you long enough.

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

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

Moonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.

But I'd much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?