Trust me. You’re a constant riddle with an ever-changing solution." ~ FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro

Yeah, he'd been trained to be good with details, but once his dick started working, his brain generally shifted to standby.

Um, h-h-hi,” Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.

People will promise you the moon, offer you the stars, but in the end, the only heavenly body you can truly count on is your on!

I’m glad I went to prison," Grant rasped in Sophie’s ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you.

Shane felt a jolt of heat, a desire that threatened to overwhelm rational thought. And perhaps for the moment that was all right.

You’re stuck with me.”She sniffled. “Promise?”He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart.

Because I don’t believe that you are a slave to what you’ve become. I don’t believe that you simply can’t.

Brooke?" he finally found the sense to ask. "What are you doing here?""I need a gun."This was not how his dream was supposed to go.

Whoa, wait a minute, Coletrane. Are you proposing to me?”“Well I would if you’d let me finish,” he grumbled.

You know what?” he whispered, out of breath, “You’re about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.

There are definite advantages to single beds." He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. "Makes cuddling mandatory.

Erik got to his feet, aware of her watching him, and tried not to preen at the frank admiration in her eyes. Preening was not manly.

As much as I'm turned on by your buff, sexy body pressing against mine, if you could please roll off of me, I'll get my guns.

She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.