All I can really tell you, laddie, is to live for today. For the moment. Wasting time is the biggest mistake we can make in lo-ove.
She has always wanted you as a mate, Owen.
I have. You. For Life. Bonded. Not Bonded. Fuck the details. I just want to be with you, Clare.
The past is important. It is the past that helps make us who we are.
The desire to run so far that he wouldn’t be able to catch up played through me, but in mygut, I knew he would. And somehow, it filled me with an odd sense of safety, knowing that,no matter how far I...
I indicated to Karl slumped on the stool next to Clare at the bar. The fucking jerk didn't deserve a free lap dance, but it was the only way to get him away from Clare without ripping out his jugular.
I pulled my wallet out and placed it on the bar, trying not to inhale as her scent wrapped around me. How had I not recognized it earlier? It was so strong, so sweet and familiar. So Clare. I breathed...
I haven't stopped thinking about anything you have said. She looked down at the worktop. You're not perfect, Owen, and I apologize for pointing it out to you on so many occasions. I honestly didn’t th...
Ah, the ancient language of sarcasm. How it suits you.Why thank you, petal. It is one of my many talents, and I happen to be fluent in the language. I dazzled him with my smile.You need to give me a m...
He pressed his forearms flat against the wall, caging me with his body. Electric heat sparked in the space between us. He pulled back. His irises swirled with silver flecks, twisting into a metallic p...
I said, I love you, you arrogant arse. She smiled. I always have. You're my mate, Owen Breese MacLaren. The distance won't change that. It never has.
Well, shit. I forced a laugh. I guess I do know what love is, after all. It was Clare. Always Clare.
The fire that had been raging inside her ever since she met him, ever since she left him, was now having gasoline thrown on top of it--by the gallon.
Women, they were tricky business. A man had to step carefully lest he find himself in a pit of despair, longing after the one he wants and getting nothing but scorn in return. What was it about her th...
I'm a Blackmoore, Felicity. I get what I want.
