They'd always kept eyes on one another. Always. It was Czar's rule. Their rule. Their code. Their promise to one another. It was how they survived. But he hadn't. He'd taken his eyes off Demyan and he...
They keep me from going off the deep end. Not like you do, but I have to be with them. I AM Torpedo Ink. If you love me, you love the club. It's really that simple.
That fantasy mouth smiled. The kind of smile that could melt the panties off a nun. Holy Cow.
Steele knew Breezy wasn't going to be won over easily, but as far as he was concerned, there was no other choice. He 'had' to win her over for his own self-preservation.
Someone needs to drag you kicking and screaming into this century.
She looked desperate. He felt that way. He wasn't about to be separated from her. No matter what, I'll be with you, he promised.
She didn't want to be that girl, the one curled up in a little ball. The one under the covers in the fetal position. She'd been there hundreds of times and every single time she'd told herself to stan...
She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.
She could communicate love with just one caress of her fingers. This touch was natural to her and had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.
Ricco went absolutely still. The pitch was low and sweet. That tone pushed into his chest, right into his center, as if it were a key unlocking something tight and hard in him. He moved his hand over...
Now there was Grace. An unexpected gift. She was far more than he'd ever fantasized about. She was courageous and beautiful. Intelligent and no pushover.
Listen to me, Mikhail. Her voice was husky. We both know what loneliness is, what real isolation can do to a person. It’s beyond my imagination that I can be this close to you, physically touch you, a...
Life gives us choices. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines.
It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.
It had been Ink who had drawn out the original tree that represented Czar in their colors. That sturdy trunk with many roots. The seventeen branches represented the survivors. In the original drawing...
If you think I’ll let you go into that hornet’s nest you’ve got another think coming. He’s my son. I’ll be the one going to get him.
I'm not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can't think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.
I want you to be mine completely. I need you to give yourself to me the way you kiss me. More importantly, I need to be your man. The one who shelters you, protects you, gives you everything.
I promise to be careful.Really careful, she insisted.He found the hard edges of his mouth turning up. Really careful, he clarified.
I prefer the mountains. He said it quietly,neutrally.She suddenly grinned at him, that mischievous,impish smile he couldn't resist. When an old geezer marries a young chick,he has to learn to get back...