Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn't need head or heart.

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

Then her eyes narrowed. The sun was spilling in the window behind her and Dageus's eyes were golden, dappled with darker flecks. Smoky and sensual, fringed by thick dark lashes, but gold nonetheless. "What is with your eyes?" she exclaimed. "Is it part of being a Druid?" "What color are they?" he asked warily. "Gold." He flashed her another unguarded smile. It was like basking in the sun, she thought, tracing her fingers over his beard-shadowed jaw, smiling helplessly back.

I've spent enough time behind a bar that I've formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about them. Guys who wear black from head to toe fall into two categories: they want to be trouble, or they are trouble.

I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.