Men sucked. They were the root of every problem any woman could ever have. They were the reason for bras, the need for makeup, hair stylists, shaving legs, and high heels that made the arch feel like it had a steel rod slammed up it. They were picky, arrogant, argumentative, and so damned certain of themselves <...>.

Wolves eat cats for dinner. By God, I wanna be a wolf. ~Kane Tyler~

Getting a woman's body and getting her heart are two different things. And gaining her trust is another problem entirely.

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

Am I horny enough to hump a bedpost?" Mica asked. "Not quite yet. Should I consult with you first, Doctor?" Sarcasm lay thick and heavy in her voice. "I believe a consult would be a good idea." Ely nodded with mocking solemnity as Mica lifted herself onto the gurney. "You never know what you may end up hurting if the act isn't done properly.

I'm scared of you two in the same place. That's like putting in an order for trouble, rather than just wishing for it.

Let the past not be forgotten. Let the lessons not be in vain.