He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her...

Into the middle of that cauldron of intense, violent emotion suddenly came something soft and gentle. A wisp of memory. Courage. Beauty. A woman. Not any woman, but his woman, his lifemate. All red...

You freakin' hussy. You're going into heat aren't you? Oh my God I'm saving us both. We'll go back to the swamp. Even if he tries to track you, no one is as good as we are there. I just have to hide...

Fear wasn't the problem, she could deal with nerves, it was the excitement welling up in her that frightened her most. The unfamiliar emotion was too strong. Too needy. Too everything she was...

She could be soft and sensitive. He'd provide the armor for her.

He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He'd walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to...

, he whispered into her mind.

Well…damn. It was so hard not to notice how beautiful he was, how kind, how smart and loving, how considerate.

I'm prepared to be a very patient man when it comes to you. I will seduce you for however long it takes – give you space if you need it or follow you tight as sunshine on your shoulder if you'll let...

What. Oh, for God's sake. Fine. Why wouldn't it ever work out? Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally… in love with you. Qhuinn's mouth dropped open.

I can't believe you let me touch you. His voice grew hoarse. I shall remember this for all my nights. Tears streamed into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment...

Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch?' Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.

Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.

I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow...

There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?

You're hot for Quinn. For a moment Amy froze like a bunny in the car headlights. Then she made a rude noise. Am not. Don't be ridiculous. Bullshit. You want to get busy with him. You want to climb him...

Her legs started to tremble and together they went down to the rug. Angie lay spread before him like an impossible offering and every thought, every memory, every consideration dissolved and there was...

As the staff car carrying Generals Almond and Howe started down the road beside the runway, McCoy paused long enough to wonder where they were going, then turned and motioned to Jeanette Priestly to...

His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city,...

Look, I'm not ready for you," Min said. "I'm not prepared. I don't have any defenses when you're around. I make these plans and I mean it, I really do, and then I kiss you because I'm crazy about you...

Or make her blushing cheek a pillow for thy head

As she entered the main room, Syn turned around in his chair and almost fell out of it as he scanned her body. He cleared his throat and gave an appreciative look to Nykyrian. Dayum…woman be hot.

I really did have my reasons. I don't blame you for beingmmpphhh - phargle. She mmpphh - phargled because he tugged her into his embrace and buried his nose in her hair.

She felt both relaxed and protected with him, at least from outside forces. Nothing, it seemed, could protect her from him, and tonight she wasn't even certain she wanted to be. Claimed, and mated....

She was lost. He broke their kiss and laid his forehead against hers. "Make me stop." "I can't," she whispered. "Then… we're doomed," he said, his voice husky and low.

Do you love me, Hero? His pale green eyes were full of torment. Do you love me like I love you?

She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.

They sat down to eat after Honor set the table. He knew she wanted to help in some way, but there was no way he'd let her near the stove. Stop grinning at me like that, she said after she swallowed...

There's a part of me which has always wanted to hear a man say, "Let me take care of you forever," and I have never heard it spoken before. Over the last few years, I'd given up looking for that...

she was looking at him as if he'd just dropped fully formed from the sky.