He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.
What did she think? That a man like Vittorio Ferraro was playing an elaborate hoax on her? That was absurd. She just knew she knew she couldn't take rejection from him, so it was easier to leap on the...
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.
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 the first time in her life she had the urge to turn around and flee. She knew danger when she saw it, and Ricco Ferraro was pure danger.
The feelings of conquest and possession mixing with love were a heady combination. Those traits were deep in him and she accepted him without judgment. How could he not be in love with her?
She had more practice than any other rider that she knew of in hiding how she felt, yet Ricco read her.
His shadow and hers had become entangled in spite of his efforts to keep them apart. Although, truthfully, he hadn't tried that hard. He knew if she rejected him, the consequences to him would be dire...
He could see faint streaks of light as if the man left behind prints. They didn't appear like footprints, there were more faint bluish lights, more of a blob-line than a print, but every person left t...
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...
She was an intelligent woman and she wasn't just going to hand herself over to him because she was tempted. He loved that about her because it meant when she did fully surrender, he'd earned it and he...
She didn't tell him, but his voice alone could seduce her. Having his hand on her was beyond exciting. Exhilarating. She wanted more. She wanted to feel as if she belonged to him.
He was born a shadow rider and trained from the time he was two. There was no other job or interest for him. It was considered a sacred duty and no rider, if he was capable, would ever walk away from...
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 stared down into her eyes, holding her there like he could, just with his gaze, mesmerizing her. Keeping her captive, under his spell. A slow smile transformed the hard edges of his handsome face....
He could do that. Make her forget, even if it was just for a few seconds. She couldn't stop the slow nod of assent. Relief swept through her and she put her head back against the seat and closed her e...
Since I've had to endure your ugliness my entire life, I'm immune to whatever venom you choose to spew. However, and you'd better hear me, Eloisa, I will not tolerate you doing the same thing to my wo...
Poetry in motion, she murmured under her breath. She'd heard that expression, but now she knew what it meant, how the words could come alive with a man moving.
Marry me, be my wife. Be my partner. Take the risk with me. I need you in a way I've never needed anything or anyone. He was giving himself up to her. He'd never felt more vulnerable. Never felt more...
He had to find a woman who would have the genetics to produce children capable of riding the shadows and carrying on their work. That was his obligation. He could never simply fall in love; he had to...