I know this woman.”“Who the hell is she?”He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine.

If you think your scars bother me, you're wrong. In my eyes, you're a hero. Your scars are just proof of that.

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't,” he said, his own jaw a little tight. “So I stole his car.

Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man's prey in every way. She'd felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it.

All the bad in my life led me to her, which makes me think that I can live with the past if she is my future. —HEW

He’d done it like he did everything else—with passion and total disregard for how much it might embarrass her.

Really? Assaulting an officer? That’s a new one for you.” ~ FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro

When Dax turned to her, those blue eyes that reminded her of the Aegean Sea pinning her, all thought process left her mind.

Hey, when you love a woman, and when she’s this crazy in love with you, you’ve got to do whatever she says, man.

She was strength and power and so many things he’d pretended for twelve years he didn’t miss, didn’t need.

One speck of dung will spoil the pot. In order to keep my thoughts on a high level, I put a positive construction on things.

So he was handsome. That fact did nothing to soften her feelings toward the walking interference she studied across the room.

You don't have to be religious to hear God, you just have to be willing, and there's a big difference between the two.

You have a very attractive revenge streak in you. I like it. A lot.” ~Maggie Mae Castro to FBI Special Agent Clive Poole