Blow me, Grim Reaper!
Qhuinn wanted to say,
Holy shit . . . They’d joined the war.
The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the ma...
And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been.All that came to him was...
His stare shifted back over to Qhuinn. The guy's huge body was arching into the human woman, his broad shoulders and his tight hips and his long, powerful legs guaranteeing her one hell of a ride. He...
One thing, though, Qhuinn murmured.What?The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything he'd ever heard from himself before. If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust hi...
Rough times. Qhuinn shrugged. And I'm not interested in saints.Really? You're in love with one, Layla chimed in.As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. Damn straight I am, he sai...
The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.
God...this was who he loved, he thought. And always would. It was the thrust of that stubborn jaw, and the dark, slashing eyebrows, and those piercings up his ear and in his full lower lip. It was tha...
Especially as Blay’s face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned...