If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

people were just out of control! . . . They've all got cell phones stuck to their ears and yet I've never seen such distance between people trying so hard to be close.

Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

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

A lamb in a city of wolves.