The look of experience suited him, especially because somewhere deep in those eyes, there still lurked a dangerous invitation to play. He had a quality of masculine confidence that was a thousand times more potent than mere handsomeness. Perfect goodlooks could leave you cold, but this kind of sexy charisma went straight to your knees. -Haven Travis

The next time you face a room full of strangers . . . you might tell yourself that some of them are just friends waiting to be found.

Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.

- No, no... She shook her head for emphasis. No. His lips twitched. - One 'no' is enough, darling.

The Travises who had survived were the most purely stubborn people on earth, the kind who relied on their backbones when their wishbones were broken.

I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates

Rest against my heart. Let me watch over your dreams. And know that tomorrow morning, and every morning after that, you'll awaken next to someone who loves you.