No,” he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. “They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver.” Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.

A lot of women have trouble with their mothers-in-law.” Raphael’s look was priceless. “My mother is an insane archangel.

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

How’s Her Royal Bitchiness?” “Alive.” “Pity.

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.