You are the beautiful and elusive pinpoint of radiance that lit up the darkness and called me home.
Don’t even think of arguing with me. I’m an old woman and if you fight me about it, it could give me a heart attack.
Dakota pulled a lollipop out of his pocket before quickly unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. “What kind of vampire sucks on human candy?
You are a spitfire of a woman, do you know that? You remind me of a horse that hasn’t been broken yet. All skittish and full of wild energy.””Are you for real?” Her jaw fell open. “Did you just compare me to a horse?
Dakota started laughing. “You wouldn’t have anything back there to help me tame a punk-rock wild child with a disdain for cowboys, would you?
She didn’t know if she wanted to fight him or fuck him.
Damn, girl. If I still breathed, I’d be suffocated by how much I want you.
Ronan sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself not to look at her. If he did, he would want to kiss her again. That was all he could think about. Tasting her, drinking from her, and finding out if he made her half as crazy as she made him.
He tipped his head to Ronan and looked warily at Bowser. “Sir.””David, this is Ronan McGuire and his partner, Bowser,” Maddy said. “They’re two of New York’s finest.
Silence hung between them, and Maddy’s heartbeat picked up. She probably should have played it cool, but why bother? She wanted him.
You were the one girl I wanted who wanted nothing to do with me.
I want you to let go. Just close your eyes and feel me. Don’t think. Don’t try to control it. All you have to do… is feel.
Weren’t you the guy who said he’d settle for one woman when hell froze over?””I did say that, didn’t I?””Yeah, a bunch of times,” Gavin’s smile faded.
Ronan cupped her neck with his other hand and brushed his lips lightly over hers. “I want you, Maddy. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman in my life.
I’m still a little hungry.” She shot a sly glance at Ronan before tangling her fingers in his. “Not quite sure what I want, though.””Could’ve fooled me,” Ronan murmured.
A hot man like that was made for more than friendship.
There ain’t nothin’ that makes a man feel more alive than white-hot desire.
Even now, as a vampire, the fear of addiction ruled her world.Would she ever be free?
All creatures are capable of darkness, but not all choose to succumb to it.
Lottie tilted her head to one side and looked Maya up and down. “You’re a little bit of a thing, but I hear you’re good at stirring up big trouble.
I am waiting for you in the living room… the very pink living room. I do hope that when we acquire a home of our own, after this nonsense has passed, you will not insist on bathing the entire space in shades of bubble gum.
Sleep, Maya,” he murmured softly. “Sleep, my love, and I promise that I will come looking for you.
I’m not into werewolves, but holy crap is he a hottie. Totally gorgeous and built like a tank. I bet he’s got one down to his—
Maya wrapped one leg around him, writhing against him as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her, urging him on.”Never stop touching me that way,” Maya rasped.
I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, but you’ll have to forgive an old vampire for being a bit rusty in the dreamscape.
The man was absolutely beautiful. Vampire. Warrior. Whatever Shan Quesada was all man.
Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.
Are ya trying’ to kill me, lass?” “Kill you? No.” Maggie leaned closer, her hands drifting up and cradling his face as she rolled her hips again in one wicked pass. “Torture you? Maybe.
I’ll not be lyin’ if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself.” “The fancy feelings are mutual.” A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the hottest bitch of all?
Scaoileadh Me…. ‘Release me.’ That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said. Holy. Crap.
You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you’re still a man who won’t talk about anything.
Me father always said if ya can find a lass who’s brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.
Are ya tryin’ to kill me, Maggie?” Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. “Are ya wantin’ to see a grown man beg?