No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot.

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.

Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers.

If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.

Fine,' Jared snapped. 'But if you try cuddling up to me tonight... so help me, O'Shea." Ian chuckled. ' Not to sound overly arrogant, but to be perfectly honest, Jared, were I so inclined, I think I could do better.

I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.