I never knew what it was to crave a woman’s touch. Or to hunger for a woman’s kiss.” “And now you do?” she asked hesitantly. “Since I met you, Corinne Bishop, I’ve been thinking of little else.

He was the ghost you never saw coming, death breathing down your neck before you even realized you were in the crosshairs.

Used titanium hunting knife: sixty-three dollars. Value: priceless.

You just promised me eternity, you know. I can make you live to regret it.

I never knew what it was to crave a woman’s touch. Or to hunger for a woman’s kiss.” “And now you do?” she asked hesitantly. “Since I met you, Corinne Bishop, I’ve been thinking of little else.

Jenna.” Brock stroked the underside of her chin very gently, lifting her face up toward his. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?

I don’t want to feel anything for you, Dante” “God, Tess. I don’t want to feel anything for you either.