And he believed because loving her meant believing. It meant trusting. And it meant life. It meant Kell Kreiger was no longer alone

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

Sweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.

He was tall, one of the tallest men she had ever seen. Dressed in jeans, boots and a cotton shirt. Thick black hair grew rakishly long, falling over the collar of his shirt. Intense brown eyes, almost the color of amber, surveyed the diner slowly before coming back to her. Electricity sizzled in the air then, as though invisible currents connected them, forcing her to recognize him on a primitive level. Not that she wouldn’t take notice anyway. He was power, strength, and so incredibly male that her breath caught at the sight of him.

Don't go there Rule" Lawe warned him softly. " I don't think your horoscope declared today to be a good day to die.

Hmm, that's not sexual harassment, baby. When I decide to get sexual, trust me, you'll know it. ~ Braden ~

His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn’t steal her kiss. He didn’t take it. He cajoled it from her.