I had never seen hair that purely black. It was glossy and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. That sexy length was the crowning touch of bad boy hotness over the successful businessman, like whipped cream topping on a hot fudge brownie sundae. As my mother would say, only rogues and raiders had hair like that." (Eva about Gideon)

Don't leave me." "Leave you? I'm going to marry you.

You gonna deal with Mr. Hot and Moody?" "Not sure. I may just pull out my e-reader." He nodded. "Probably safer for your sanity.

If I owned Gideon, he possessed me. I couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else.

Your craving should be for me, angel, not an orgasm. For my body, my hands. Eventually, you won't be able to come without my skin touching yours.

She’s my mate; that makes her mine. Forgetting that will see your neck no longer serving its purpose.” “I love it when you talk dirty,” she purred. “Give my regards to Lindsay.

I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing.