He couldnโt compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that heโd gotten wet.
Tessa DareHe was right. They could have a whole conversation without exchanging a word. And the conversation they had right now went like this: Colin, shut it. I donโt think I will, M. Then Iโll make you. Really? How?Iโm not certain, but it will be slow and painful. And I wonโt leave any evidence.
Tessa DareShe couldn't "heal" him. No woman could. Events that far in the past just couldn't be undone. But perhaps he didn't need a cure, but . . . a lens. Someone who accepted him for the imperfect person he was, and then helped him to see the world clear. Like spectacles did for her.
Tessa DareDo you know," he said, "there are men who would like very much to see me dead. Powerful men. Obscenely wealthy me. Men who can afford to be patient and engage the services of large, ruthless brutes. I've managed to evade them all. But you...God's truth, I think you'll be the very death of me.
Tessa Dare