I don’t care what you are, Gem. I want you. I love you.

He'd always thought Roag was one rat short of a plague.

My temper is under control," he roared, and yep, that display surely convinced Ares.

...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

She licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that. "I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped. She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes... how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One." She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two." She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed, "Three.

You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.