He wasn't worried about being alone. He was used to it. He'd been alone most of his life, even in the midst of a crowd. He could handle that, no problem.
If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.
Where was her sharp intellect? She relied on her brain. She could think fast and was good at details. When Vittorio was around, the only details she could remember were how his smile was so beautiful...
In his entire life he’d never had the inclination to gather a woman up, cradle her against his chest and rock her just to soothe her—until now.-Maxim's thoughts
She cleared her throat. I dont like that sort of thing. [...] What sort of thing? His gaze dropped to her mouth. Held there. [...]The F-word sort of thing. She blurted it out, saying the first thing t...
He brought justice to all kinds of criminals. The rule had been drilled into him over and over:'Never let it be personal.' This was as personal as it was going to get.
They're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent.It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house.
It was an observation, not a judgment. Shylah liked the way Draden seemed to reserve his conclusions until he had the facts.
We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?
Vittorio had recognized early on he had a gift. His voice could be compelling, or commanding, and those in a room reacted to it. He could calm others down, arouse or infuriate, all with his tone.
I think you’ve managed to put some kind of spell on me.If I did, he whispered, it backfired, and I managed to ensnare myself as well.
Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one.
You don't do violence, Francesca, not unless it's self-defense or in defense of our family. I won't have that on your soul. You're going to be my wife. The mother of my children. You're about love and...
The storm is passing over us. Do you want to go to the bayou this night? he asked softly, separating her hair deftly and beginning to weave it into a thick braid. She loved the feel of his hands in he...
Draden drank in his surroundings with both appreciation and sorrow. The beautiful path led to a village that should have been thriving. Instead, it was now a path to certain death.
Draden. Who knew there were men like him in the world? He made it exciting to wake up in the morning. She looked forward to the day. To their shared laughter. Their conversations. The intense attracti...
He knew she was already lost. HIS. He'd never thought he'd really have a chance at finding a woman of his own, one he could love and center his world around, one who would accept him and his fucked-up...
She was...salvation. Everything good. She lit up a room just as she lit up his life.
For all the downsides to being a rider, there was his family. Always there. Always ready to help and watch out for one another. His family was one of the biggest gifts he had to offer Grace.
For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt ma...
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