It takes a lot of spine and stomach to make yourself into something when no one gives you a foundation.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

My boyfriend and I are badasses.

I had the blood and fire rule when my boys were young. You know, unless it's blood or fire, don't bother me.

A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

...She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.

The vulnerability undid him even as the strength brought him pride. And the whole of her brought him love beyond the measuring of it. Of all he'd craved in his life, all he'd dreamed of having, all he'd fought to gain by fair means or foul, he'd never imagined having such such as she as his own. Never imagined himself the man he'd come to be because she was.