Harvester’s heart soared. Reaver had offered to castrate an archangel for her. How sweet was that?
Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.
His voice was low and rough … “What about you? Do you like bad boys?” “There’s definitely appeal,” she breathed. “Good,” He bent and clipped her earlobe with his teeth … “Because they don’t come badder than me.
He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.
I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.
He was the ultimate experiment in Nature Versus Nurture, and she imagined he must be engaged in a constant battle between what he was and what he wanted to be.