Eyes never lie, and hers told me she’d just bet her life on my word. Maybe it was courage. Maybe desperation. Maybe fate had finally decided to put someone worth protecting in my path. Whatever had brought a beautiful woman to her knees between mine with my freedom in her hand, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: I would die before I let her regret choosing me.

Braxton Thorin was strong enough to carry the broken pieces of me. And gentle enough to put them back together.

~Daria Melnichenko, Mission Shift

“Stormy, you’re playing with fire.”

Crawling closer to him, I brushed my lips along his ear. “Good thing I’m not afraid of getting burned.”

~Noelle Nichols, Christmas Cancellation

“From the moment fate brought me into your emergency department, you became the best example of what a man should be. Honest, even when I couldn’t be truthful about my past. Kind, when no one else was. Giving, to a complete stranger without hesitation. Funny, when things were at their worst. You protected my heart, my soul, and my body. You understood me even when I didn’t understand myself.”

~Anastasia Volkov, Day Shift

She can hiss and spit all she wants, but I’m taking possession of her future one way or another. Feral just means special handling.

~Lucian Byrne, Eyes of the Unholy

I was a man, and she felt like every bad decision I’d ever enjoyed making.

“Fuck.”

“What?” I asked.

“That sound.”

Heat burned across my face.

“I’m sure you’ve made women moan before.”

“Aye.” He pinched my nipple between his fingers. “But I haven’t heard you.”

“And when you make love to me, you don’t touch me like something that needs to be repaired. You know exactly what men did to me, and your hands still move over me like every inch of my body is something you want. You don’t make me feel damaged or fragile. You make me feel like a woman you can’t get enough of.”

“It’s strange learning where you came from after you’ve already become who you are.”

Lachlan was quiet for a moment.

“Blood can tell you where you came from, Mouse. Doesn’t mean anyone gets to decide where you go next.”

Whatever restraint he’d been holding onto fractured, and those eyes of the unholy turned murderous, setting my blood on fire with equal parts fear and hunger.

~Scarlett Hayes, Eyes of the Unholy