The truth echoed in her head. On the same day she met him, he had tried to kill her. Her mate.

As my daddy would say, time to start the killin

We aren't taught to mourn. We're told to forget.

She took his hand, and he smiled down at her. "No mating yet?" "It depends on how...persuasive you could be." "Hot damn, woman. I can be persuasive.

I want to make it crystal fucking clear that you’re it for me… I screwed up before. Big time. I own it. And now I’m going to win you back.

I can think of a few ways I wouldn't mind you taking control." He dropped his voice a few octaves, making his already deep voice even more delicious.

It’s not the dead people you got to worry about… It’s the living that are scary.

Unless the she-wolf agrees, there’s always a chance of rejection.

Zorro pulled her into his arms and crushed her against his body, kissing her soundly on the mouth. “My, what a big sword you have, sir,” she said, sweeping her hand over his sheathed sword. “I’m fully armed,” he said, “with that and more.

Brett will need some clothes if someone can drop some by.” “All we need is a bear rug,” Meghan said.

The vortex. You can see the entire galaxy up there. More stars than you ever knew existed.

As soon as she was ready for work, she called out to Eric's closed door. "Anything in particular you want for breakfast?" "Yeah," he said, heading for the door. "But I don't think it's on the menu.

Sweetheart, no one needs coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the way you taste.

That dress makes me want to do bad things to you." There was a long pause in which her sweet honeysuckle scent grew, twisting around him. Finally she spoke, her voice low. "What kinds of things?

She certainly hadn't planned to sleep with anyone. But Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy had approached and it had been over for her.

She turned off all the lights in the duplex and peered out the windows, moving from one room to the next to see if she could catch sight of the a black sedan. Security lights and streetlights in her complex cast a strange orange glow on the misty snow. It looked like the perfect night for a murder.

I'm not letting you -- us -- go that easily, sweetheart, so get used to having me in your life.

Nissa stirred as she felt the soft brush of something -- lips - tease against her neck. With her eyes closed, she smiled. Thomas' spicy, masculine scent was unmistakable. "What are you doing?" she murmured. "If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong.

This was no figment of his imagination. This was flesh, blood and pure sin in a dress.

You're mine, Nissa." The words were guttural, strained. She knew it. Deep inside her core the truth was there.

A year ago, she'd have opened her arms to him and bonded with him before falling in love. A year ago she'd been so secure in who she was an her place in the world, that she'd have known that the love would eventually come with the mating -that nature would work itself out. A year ago, she'd been stupid and naive.

He grinned. "Some guys like to work on cars or do woodworking. I search for beautiful women who might want to bite me.

Why don't we leave this pot on to simmer for a while?

He opened his mouth to order her to drop the MP5 she had aimed at him, but nothing would come out. It was like she'd robbed him of the ability to speak. Shooting her wasn't an option, though. And the idea of arresting her didn't make him feel any better.

She ran her hand over his cock and said, "This is the only thing I ever want to come between us." His grin couldn't have stretched any further.

Good things are worth waiting for.

My brothers and I love A Christmas Story. It reminds us of ourselves when we were that age." "Your father didn't want to give you a BB shotgun because you might shoot your eye out?