I don’t mind being a bit like you. I hope you don’t mind being a bit like me.
I don't trust tragedies much. It's easy to make a person sad by showing him something tragic. We all recognize when sad things happen: someone dies, someone loses a loved one, young love is crushed. I...
I clawed my eyes open and rolled off my bed. For some reason, someone had moved the floor several feet lower than I had expected, and I fell and crashed with a thud.
I checked his eyes and saw the familiar superiority. He was painfully aware that his world was populated with people of lesser intelligence, and his eyes told me he was regretfully resigned to slummin...
I can't believe I have to say this. You there, dashing male secretary! Drop the frying pan.
I can make you feel touched. He paused. It would be easier if I showed you. Do I have permission?Yes. No. Being touched by Mad Rogan wasn’t a good idea. We kept walking. What would it be like?Does it...
I brushed my hand through his blond hair. You’re a fool, Your Furriness.Tiny gold sparks flared in his irises. You’re in my rooms in my bathtub naked and you’re still mouthing off.Did he expect someth...
I bloody hated bodyguard detail. On regular jobs, I had to depend only on myself. But bodyguard detail was a couple’s kind of dance. You had to work with the body you guarded, and in my experience, bo...
I am a polite, nonthreatening kind of dragon with excellent manners. Horns are hidden, tail is tucked away, fangs covered. I would never do anything cruel, like stab a man with a knife about ten times...
Huny. Conlan sniffled. I don’t negotiate with terrorists. Oatmeal or nothing.
How much are you lifting?Seven hundred.Alrighty then. I will just stand over here, out of your way, and hope you don't remember to kick my ass.He grinned. Wanna spot me?No thanks. How about I just scr...
How is it that Raphael made more holes in you than in swiss cheese, but your assholeness survived? Raphael doesn’t have a knife big enough to kill my assholeness.
His voice matched him, deep and slightly raspy. If dragons existed and could talk, they would sound just like him.
His training had a fatal flaw: he cared. He asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner. He knew I liked green, and if he had a choice between a blue sweater and a green one, he’d buy the green one for m...
His Majesty needs a can-I girl anyway. And I’m not it. A can-I girl? Andrea frowned. I leaned back. ‘ Can I fetch you your food, Your Majesty? Can I tell you how strong and mighty you are, Your Majes...
He’s my fiancé, I told her. We are living in sin. Heather blinked, momentarily knocked off her stride, but recovered. Oh, that’s nice. It’s very nice. I highly recommend it.
He’d left for a reason, and I didn’t want to be anyone’s blast from the past. Still, not knowing was worse than any potential awkwardness.
He’d have to stalk her, he decided. Carefully and patiently.
He wrapped me up like a package. I couldn’t move an inch. I thought you were some sort of maniac! I growled. I am. What are you doing here? Looking for Jim in your bed. He isn’t here. I see that.
He would soak in that silver glow until it shone from his eyes and sing a long song about hunting and running through the dark wood in the middle of the night.