Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.

I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.

We will K‘Vruck the world.

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

We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

He kissed like no man she'd ever known. There was something about him, a rawness, an earthy sensuality that bordered on barbaric, something she'd never be able to explain to someone else. A woman had to be kissed by Dageus MacKeltar to fully understand how devastating it was. How it could bring a woman to her knees.