Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink and clueless MacKayla Lane was shocked and appalled and ... okay, yeah, well, utterly fascinated to find herself thinking about.

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest.

When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms. He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he'd finished, she was gasping for air and laughing. "My turn?" Dageus teased.

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!