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.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.

You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.

How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?

Barrons was powerful, broodingly good-looking, insanely wealthy, frighteningly intelligent, and had exquisite taste, not to mention a hard body that emitted some kind of constant low-level charge. Bottom line: He was the stuff of heroes. And psychotic killers.

All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.

I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.