There was a perfection to the moment that made Sienna think: Yes, this is it. This is who we're meant to be together.

Sometimes he hated that voice in his brain, the one that slapped him upside the head anytime he got too stupid. Funny, it happened a lot with Sienna.

After they were both done, the pile of knives and guns on the coffee table looked like they’d cleaned out an armory. “I think we have a problem, Dmitri.

Jesus H. Christ. I have new respect for the female of the species suddenly.

Some women,” Dahariel said in that same hard tone devoid of any hint of humanity, “get under a man’s skin until digging them out makes you bleed.

Her voice trembled. "I’m so glad you’re mine. I won’t ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive."

Ransom thought her girly tendencies the funniest thing ever, constantly teased her over them, but the last time he'd opened his big mouth, she'd gotten her own back by pointing out that his long black hair sure did look well conditioned.