By the time he’d finished the song, I was so wrapped up in his playing and the sound of his voice that I hadn’t realized how much my imagination had run wild. I was having a vivid daydream about those very fingers, imagining how well he could play—me—and betting mentally that he could make me sing too.

Anastasia Genovese, Day Shift

“In the middle of chaos, there you were—mine to care for, mine to protect.”

Conan Thorin, Day Shift

I was more than the sum of discovered—or undiscovered—facts. And if my past wouldn’t come to me, I’d build a future that didn’t need it. But the question of who I’d been before all this remained. This was a puzzle I was determined to solve, with or without Conan’s help. No matter what truths lay buried, I would face them head-on. After all, wasn’t that what survivors did?

Anastasia Genovese, Day Shift

Standing there, watching her, I felt like a damn monster—a guy covered in tattoos, each one a marker of past fights and darker days. My exterior might have been tough, but it was nothing compared to the ugliness trying to claw its way out of my heart. My childhood had left me jaded and untrusting. I had always put on a good front, acting like the easygoing golden retriever who didn’t take life too seriously. But ever since I was a kid, I’d known life mostly sucked. So why not live in the moment? If life had taught me one thing, it was that none of us were guaranteed a tomorrow.

Conan Thorin, Day Shift

You taste like the sweetest sin.

Lucian Byrne, Day Shift

Soulmates, true love, and forever were just fairy tales—but then I met her.

It didn’t make sense. Hell, I’d spent my whole life dodging anything that even hinted at real feelings. I’d always been the guy who kept it light, never letting anyone get close enough to see the cracks beneath the surface. But Angel had fallen into my life—quite literally—and changed everything. When she was brought into the ED, bloody and unconscious, something had shifted inside me. I couldn’t leave her side, not then and not now.

Conan Thorin, Day Shift

I’d needed his touch and the lust in his eyes more than I’d ever thought possible. He had a way of tethering me to the now when my past was nothing more than a hazy mirage. The intensity with which he had taken me was as terrifying as it was thrilling. Every move he made was just right, as though he was attuned to all my wants and needs.

Anastasia Genovese, Day Shift

Lost in my thoughts, I stared into the empty glass. The truth was, my feelings for Angel ran deeper than I had suspected, and I was only now able to admit that to myself. She was Pandora’s box, and I was the one forbidden to open it, tempted by what I couldn’t resist. She was an enchantment, calling to me, whispering promises that would unlock my heart and hand over the power to break me. There was danger involved, yes, but being prudent and safe was for the cautious. And I was a reckless man.

Conan Thorin, Day Shift

The silence between us was charged, a live wire I was all too eager to grasp.

Atticus Thorin, Night Shift

Dr. Thorin’s voice lingered in my ears. Deep and resonant, the timbre had flowed down my spine and into my most intimate places. It had a panty-melting quality that was impossible to ignore. I found myself thinking absurdly that he could read the dictionary aloud, and I would be utterly enraptured, hanging on every syllable. Damn, his voice alone was auditory erotica, sending a thrill through me that was both unexpected and unsettling.

Samantha Sheridan, Night Shift

I was intrigued by this fiery-mouthed woman wrapped in freckles and flame. She stirred something within me, a hunger for redemption—mine and perhaps even hers.

Atticus Thorin, Night Shift

The thought of being the one to unravel her, to guide her to unexplored heights of pleasure, sent a thrill of anticipation through me. This was more than mere attraction; it was a challenge, a puzzle begging to be solved.

Atticus Thorin, Night Shift

Just as he’d predicted, my body felt ruined for future men, spoiled by the touch of the sexy doctor.

Samantha Sheridan, Night Shift

In my experience, the saucier a woman’s bravado, the more obedient she became upon surrender. I bet she’d love being praised as a good girl, knowing that she was adored—the object of my strongest desire.

Atticus Thorin, Night Shift

I couldn’t begin to fathom why I’d agreed—no, chosen—to participate in this sexual experiment. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. It wasn’t that I regretted what we’d done—he’d given me the best orgasms I’d ever had—it was that being with him was unthinkable, taboo even. Why had I allowed a man who was essentially my boss, sixteen years my senior, do the things he’d done? I had no answers.

Samantha Sheridan, Night Shift