For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He’d been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt.

Pups think rules are suggestions.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?” “Once.” He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. “I married her.

God, you’re sexy when you talk Psy.

I'm the hunter," Elena reminded him. "I should go first." "Of course you may go first. When I am dead.

No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.

Say what you would about the dietary requirements, vampirism sure did do great things for the skin and body.