I can see you are a fine lady, but this boy is randy as a goat around you and it's plain to see. If he seeks the joys of wedded bliss, he can wed you. Without a weddin' he'll be havin' no bliss.

He looked as if he'd stepped straight off the cover of one of those romance novels she ordered from Amazon.com so she didn't have to be embarassed by some supercilious male clerk in the bookstore.

raking a hand through his hair, he forced his attention to the text she'd left on the coffee table, refusing to dwell on the disconcerting fact that a part of him had taken one look at the lass in such proximity to his bed and said simply: Mine

I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.

Kid, you might just annoy me into killing you.

No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.

It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do