You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

I'm here. You're safe now. It's okay to remember. They can never hurt you again.

Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.

Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.

Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, "Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan MacKeltar." "Dageus," Drustan's voice was soft as velvet, never a good sign, "why are you introducing me to a mirror?