No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you give it to them.

What a trio we are: wolf, dragon and . . .” Ronan bit back the word. Shifter. He sat straighter in the saddle, raising one hand in farewell as his mount broke through the last of the boundary mists. “May the gods favor us this time, my friend. Pray Mairi Sinclair is the one.

She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo made Kenna squirm in the saddle.

Scotland - The Highlands - Thirteenth Century "Have ye e'er seen such a lovely set o' bosoms?

Do you have any idea how rare a twenty-three-year-old virgin is where I come from?