Ria snorted. “Leo’s pride rarely leaves the plains. What are they supposed to mate? The zebras?

Let's not get naughty. How about homicidal instead?

It's a good thing I'm a reasonably patient woman. Otherwise, I might have to kill you.

You have five minutes to call someone, anyone, I don't care who, and order me the finest blend of coffee that rat hole town has, and a dozen beers. If it's not sitting on this table..." a slender finger pointed furiously at the table in question,"... in one hour, you die" - Faith telling Jacob

Enclose your heart in times of need with the steel of your determination and your strength. In doing this, all things will be bearable.

It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.

Testosterone overload?" Merinus gave an unladylike grunt. "More like asshole overload if you ask me.