What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?

It's easier to ask forgiveness than to beg for permission.

What am I going to do with you? I have suggestions, but this might not be the place for them.

Yes, he would be gone, but she knew now what it meant to love. She might not know what it meant to be loved, but loving was almost as good.

I need you more than I need freedom.

My money's on the lady," he drawled. "You don't tame a vixen, you just travel in her wake.

Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. “I felt you,” she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. “Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?” Was she asleep or awake? “Of course.” He found the growl building in his throat. “Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.