The minute I'm in a little pain ... your rough, tough, scary bad boy image totally falls apart.
Shea blinked back tears, found his wrist with trembling fingers, the lightest contact, a connection between them. We make such a perfect pair, Jacques. At least one of us should be stable, don’t you t...
He worked well with the GhostWaljers, as a member of that team, but having Shylah as a partner was eye-opening. She seemed to anticipate every possibility as he did, and she took steps to protect him...
He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.
He knew he had to have harmony in his home at all times. He had to have a sanctuary where, no matter the horrors he saw, the things he had to do in order to bring justice to those who would harm other...
But you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.
To bring about the downfall of
Vittorio, always the one to seek solutions verbally, had no middle gear. Either he was talking logically, or he was acting, and when he went into action, he made every blow count.
Very gently Jacques lowered her feet to the ground, retaining possession of her waist to help her trembling legs hold her up. Shea raised a hand to push back her rain-slick hair. He caught her fingers...
Torture can be a two edged sword.
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...
Staying strong for our people. Staying strong to keep the demon inside. Staying strong for her. Only her. Those last two words of his code- his vow- said everything. Every wound he had suffered in bat...
Sex was a practiced art to him. Each move calculated. His brain always worked while he performed, his body seducing his prey with ease, noting each response of his target. But in one moment, everythin...
It’s hard to feel desire when you don’t feel desirable
His team consisted of a group of mavericks. They were cohesive when they needed to be, but their strength was their individual thinking. Many of their enhancements enabled them to do their jobs better...
He was a Rider. A shadow rider. It was who he was. What he was. A rider no choice but to do what he'd been trained for from the age of two -- even before that. It was in his bones, in his blood, he co...
He preferred smaller knives, but when you wanted to make a statement, you did it big. He wanted this man cowed and willing to talk.
He had learned to kill and then he had killed. Many times. Fourteen was far too young for his artistic mind to accept the violence and he'd been fortunate that he'd met his teacher, a rope master of m...
For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at...
The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?