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The moment Jace Calder saw his sister's face, he feared the worst. His heart sank. Emily, his troubled little sister, had been doing so well since she'd gotten the job at the Sarah Hamilton Foundation in Big Timber, Montana.	"What's wrong?" he asked as he removed his Stetson, pulled up a chair at the Big Timber Java coffee shop and sat down across from her. Tossing his hat on the seat of an adjacent chair, he braced himself for bad news.	Emily blinked her big blue eyes. Even though she was closing in on twenty-five, he often caught glimpses of the girl she'd been. Her pixie cut, once a dark brown like his own hair, was dyed black. From thirteen on, she'd been piercing anything she could. At sixteen she'd begun getting tattoos and drinking. It wasn't until she'd turned seventeen that she'd run away, taken up with a thirty-year-old biker drug-dealer thief and ended up in jail for the first time.	But while Emily still had the tattoos and the piercings, she'd changed after the birth of her daughter, and after snagging this job with Bo Hamilton.	"What's wrong is Bo," his sister said. Bo had insisted her employees at the foundation call her by her first name. "Pretty cool for a boss, huh?" his sister had said at the time. He'd been surprised. That didn't sound like the woman he knew.	But who knew what was in Bo's head lately. Four months ago her mother, Sarah, who everyone believed dead the past twenty-two years, had suddenly shown up out of nowhere. According to what he'd read in the papers, Sarah had no memory of the past twenty-two years.	He'd been worried it would hurt the foundation named for her. Not to mention what a shock it must have been for Bo.	Emily leaned toward him and whispered, "Bo's… She's gone.
— B.J. Daniels, Lone Rider
Are we ever getting out of these mountains?" she asked without turning to look at him.	He moved up behind her and put his arms around her. 	She leaned back against him. Her hair glistened with melting snow. She felt small in his arms.	"We're going to get out of here," he whispered as he slowly turned her to face him. "Do you trust me?"	She raised her head to meet his eyes and held his gaze for a long moment. "With my life.
— B.J. Daniels, Lone Rider
Why don’t they care?” Contempt dripped from Liam’s voice as he stared at their colleagues. “Weddings? J.J.’s christening? Cate’s graduation? What the hell is wrong with them?”D laughed harshly. “The world doesn’t stop when something bad happens, bro. Life goes on. But that doesn’t mean they don’t care about him.”“They think he’s dead.”“Not all of them.”“Just one is enough. One person gives up and the rest fall like fucking dominoes.”Liam no longer sounded angry, but anguished. Visceral sorrow polluted the air around them, and D suddenly felt like fleeing. This was why you didn’t get close to people. Liam had been fine before his friendship with Sullivan. Then he’d gone and formed a bond with the man, and now look at him. Hurting. Furious. Pathetic.D liked his teammates. He respected them. He cared whether they lived or died, and he saved their asses when their asses needed saving. He even showed up for their fucking weddings and graduations. But truly caring about them? Enough to experience genuine grief if they were gone?No, he would never let himself get that close.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Revenge
Everything is falling into place perfectly. We have four dirty DEA agents working with a terrorist group and killing Americans on American soil. The headlines are going to write themselves and we're going to get our candidate into the White House. When that happens, we'll get the war we want. The war we can win.
— Katie Reus, Edge of Danger
You are more beautiful at first light then most girls are dressed and glamorous." Dana Christy
— Dana Christy, A Heart's Salvation
Refusing to let her stealthy slip away, he firmly pulled her to him, unwilling to continue this dance any longer. Although she nervously tried to resist, he could feel the pounding of her heart, and the weakness in her arms. In a soft, charming voice, he challenged, "Would it be so horrible to end this waltz, and just kiss me?
— Dana Christy, A Heart's Salvation
It was pretty amazing. I wasn’t thinking about anything but how good it felt to be kissed and touched by you. You totally ruined boring sex for me.
— Jennifer Apodaca, Exposing the Heiress
Alyssa couldn’t tear her gaze from him as the firelight played over the hard edges of him. Once he’d been the poster boy for clean-cut military, now he’d gone all tatted up sexy danger.
— Jennifer Apodaca, Exposing the Heiress
That’s why we’re not doing it again. That kind of lust gets out of control and you’ll end up scorched.” Lying to yourself now? It wasn’t just Lyssie that would get singed. There was something about this woman that was slipping beneath his skin and stirring the embers of a part of him he’d thought long dead. He shoved that away and firmed his voice. “I’m going to be your friend and protector.
— Jennifer Apodaca, Exposing the Heiress
Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell.	"Go away," she said instead.	His smile was worth a thousand words, most of them dirty. His voice dipped. "How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
He tsked. "No tits, no manners." He shook his head. "You should try to have at least one or the other. A pair of great tits covers a multitude of sins.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
Something dropped on her shoulder, but even as she screamed, her heart stopping midbeat, the next oncoming branch swept the tarantula away.	Aww! Ick!	She manically brushed her shoulder with her free hand, every inch of her covered in goose bumps.	"When running from people who're trying to kill you," Walker advised as he kept dragging her, "it's better to stay quiet. Generally speaking.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
She was a drug and he was an addict, hooked on her from the second he'd met her.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Action
So," Cooper said conversationally. "You got hit with a shotgun blast. What's that like?"...She turned back to Cooper. "Well...um...it hurt. Like really big bee stings on crack.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
That was when reality kicked back in and reminded Xander that the woman he'd just spent the past fifteen minutes mentally undressing was going to be in his squad, and that he was going to be her supervisor.He was in so much trouble.There was no way he could be her boss. It wouldn't be fair to her or his team, and it sure as hell wasn't something he could handle. He'd end up spending all his time gazing at her like a lovesick puppy instead of training her on weapons and tactics.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
If life can remove someone you never wanted to lose, it can replace them with someone you never dreamed of wanting.
— Char Sharp, The Kiss of Life
...With a little help from him, she finally had his belt unbuckled and the buttons of his 501s undone.A moment later she learned two important facts about Xander. For one thing, he didn't wear underwear. And for another, he had an absolutely perfect cock.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
...All they were interested in was where she planned to get her tattoo."You're just going to have to use your imagination," she told them.Cooper snorted. "Becker is screwed then. He doesn't have any imagination.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
You said that if..." He trailed off, his expression hesitant and oddly defiant. "You said if I kissed you again without your permission, you'd slit my throat. Is that still the case?"	Surprise jolted through her, but somehow she managed to keep her voice steady. "Yes. It is."	He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertips. His touch was so gentle it ignited a spark of fear.	"Then I guess I'll ask permission." He paused. "Can I kiss you?"...	"No." she burst out, shoving his hand away. "You can't.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Action
So, whose man parts are you setting on fire?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow....	"No one. I was just telling Belle about how I need to lose my virginity."	Aaaaand, that did it. He froze, his arm dropping from Belle's shoulders as he took a not very subtle step toward the entryway. "I need to get the door."	She picked up her tulip-shaped glass, fighting a grin. "I didn't hear the doorbell.
— Katie Reus, Sworn to Protect
Looking at Athena now, he couldn't believe he'd been dumb enough to walk away from her. When he'd realized how innocent she was it had freaked him out, to put it mildly. Had made him feel guilty for the dirty things he'd said to her, wanted to do to her. With her ---
— Katie Reus, Sworn to Protect
He nipped her bottom lip teasingly, his breath warm against her face, his spicy scent a total aphrodisiac. As he kissed a hot path along her jawline, she raked her fingers down his back. Whatever he had in mind, she was game.
— Katie Reus, Sworn to Protect
How old are you exactly?"	The corner of his mouth curved up, the grin so ridiculously sexy it made butterflies take flight in her stomach. "Thirty-two."	"Hmm, eight year difference. Not exactly robbing the cradle, but I think I might have to rethink this whole thing between us." She kept her voice light, teasing.	He snorted and pinched her butt, making her yelp. "Think all you want, I'm not going anywhere.
— Katie Reus, Sworn to Protect
Oh my God, you're such a guy!"	"I'm glad you noticed." The glint in his dark eyes was purely wicked.
— Katie Reus, Sworn to Protect
Wyatt pushed out a rough breath. "You're going to make this no-sex thing impossible, aren't you?"	She grinned and snagged another bite for herself. "Not any more than you're going to make it for me.
— Katie Reus, Breaking Her Rules
If you're courting me, you have to tell me something about yourself that no one else knows."	He was silent for a moment. "I'd rather jerk-off to thoughts of you than be with anyone else.
— Katie Reus, Breaking Her Rules
She raised an eyebrow. "You're very sure of yourself."	"When I want something, I go for it and I don't let anything stand in my way." He was silent for a moment as they stared at each other. She knew he was talking about more than the deal and damn her traitorous body, her nipples tightened at the thought of being on the receiving end of his pursuing nature.
— Katie Reus, Breaking Her Rules
Danny quickly changed the topic and all talk of Heather and Graham was well and truly forgotten with marriage banished from the minds of most, but not all of the party.
— B.R. Maycock, It Started With A Snub
When you meet The One you'll know it. She'll latch onto your soul like a god with a bone and won't let go. No matter what either of you say or do, it won't change the fact that you're destined to be together.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
It's going to be okay," she said.The woman slowly nodded, then started crying. Khaki pulled the woman against her numb shoulder, keeping an eye out as the sounds of sirens approached from a distance. About time.As the sirens got louder, Khaki wondered again why she wasn't in more pain. And why the hell had it taken backup so long to get here?
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
Putting a woman on the team would be a nightmare, you know that," he said as he started the engine and put the SUV in gear. "We're werewolves. How the hell do you think we're going to be able to hide that from her and do our job at the same time? And don't even get me started on the whole pheromone thing."They might be men first, and wolves second, but if there was one thing that could bring the whole Pack to its knees, it was the scent of a woman."We won't have to hide what we are if the female cop I bring in is a werewolf," Gage said.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
This was definitely unchartered territory. Iris wasn't like other women. She was tough, sexy but didn't flaunt it, and she sure as hell didn't give a shit about his money. If anything it seemed to bother her. And now she was busy working as a bodyguard for him.
— Katie Reus, Breaking Her Rules
He shrugged those broad shoulders, drawing her gaze to them. She couldn't help but undress him with her eyes, remembering every hot inch of his naked body. Unfortunately he knew what she was doing.	"All you have to do is ask and I'll take my clothes off.
— Katie Reus, Breaking Her Rules
Iris arched her back, pushing her breast farther into Wyatt's hungry mouth. Water from the giant marble-tiled hotel shower rushed down over them, the sound of it hitting the glass door seeming loud in the enclosure. He lightly pressed down with his teeth and tugged her nipple, sending a pulsing sweep of need through her. The man was too talented with his tongue.
— Katie Reus, Breaking Her Rules
You want to come in?" she asked softly.He leveled his gaze at her. "You know what's likely going to happen if I go in there, right?"She didn't blink. "Yeah. That's why I'm asking.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
Wyatt Christiansen is the client."	Iris tensed at his words. Hearing Wyatt's name from her boss completely threw her off balance. If Wyatt wanted to hire Red Stone that meant he needed extra security. She hated the thought of him in danger.	Without giving her a chance to respond, Harrison barreled on. "I don't like the idea of you guarding him, especially since I found out you two are fucking married. It goes against protocol, but...my father owes him a favor and he's apparently collecting.
— Katie Reus, Breaking Her Rules
Bailey went quiet, her expression softening. "You're right," she finally said. "It wouldn't have been smart.""Well, fuck me -- are you actually admitting that I was right about something?""It's like an eclipse," she muttered. "Happens every so often.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
You can talk to me, you know. I'd never give away your secrets.""What's that saying about secrets?" she said lightly. "Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
You know, you'd do a better job of convincing the men if you dipped your wick in a pussy or two."Cillian's low voice made him tense. The man stood next to Sean's barstool, watching the sexual festivities in boredom."I have a girlfriend," he mumbled."I'm sure she won't mind."Sean glanced at the naked women littering the room, picturing the look on Bailey's face if he admitted to "dipping his wick" in a prostie. "She'd rip my balls off," he said dryly.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
Are you going to put some clothes on?" she blurted out."No. Are you going to take yours off?""No.""Right. Of course not.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
That grip tightened again but this time he started rubbing his first two fingers against her neck in a soft little rhythm. The action was almost erotic. Or maybe that was just the effect he was having on her. She could feel his gentle stroking all the way to the pulsing point between her legs. Maybe she had mental issues that this man was turning her on.He leaned closer, skimming his mouth against her jawline and she froze. Just completely, utterly froze. “Are you meeting Tasev?” he whispered.She’d told herself to be prepared for this question, to keep her reaction under wraps, but he came to his own conclusion if his savage curse was anything to go by. Damn it, Wesley was going to be pissed at her, but Levi had been right. She had operational latitude right now and she needed to keep Levi close. They needed to know what he knew and what he was planning. Trying to shut him out now, when he was at the party specifically to meet the German, would be stupid. Levi had stayed off their radar for two years because he was good. Of course Wesley hadn’t exactly sent out a worldwide manhunt for him either. About a year ago he’d decided to more or less let him go.Now . . . “I met with the German earlier tonight. He squeezed me in before some of his other meetings.”Levi snorted, his gaze dipping to her lips once more, that hungry look in place again. It was so raw and in her face it was hard to ignore that kind of desire and what it was doing to her. “I can understand why.”Even though Levi didn’t ask she decided to use the latitude she had and bring him in on this. They had similar goals. She needed to bring Tasev down and rescue a very important scientist—if he was even the man who’d sent out an emergency message to Meghan/Wesley—but that didn’t mean she couldn’t let Levi have Tasev once she’d gotten what she needed. “I’m meeting with Tasev tomorrow night.”At her words every muscle in Levi’s lean, fit body stilled.Before he could respond, she continued, “I’ll make you a deal. You can come with me to the meeting—if we can work out an agreeable plan—but you don’t kill him until I get what I want. I have less than a week. Can you live with that time line?” She was allowed to bring one person with her to the meeting so it would be Levi—if he could be a professional and if Wesley went for it. And of course, if Tasev did. They had a lot to discuss before she was on board one hundred percent, but bringing along a seasoned agent—former agent—like Levi could be beneficial.Levi watched her carefully again, his gaze roaming over her face, as if he was trying to see into her mind. “You’re not lying. Why are you doing this?”“Because if I try to shut you out you’ll cause me more problems than I want to deal with. And I don’t want to kill you.”Those dark eyes narrowed a fraction with just a hint of amusement—as if he knew she couldn’t take him on physically. “And?
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
I lost one woman I loved. I'm not losing another.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
I was thinking... that this isn't casual for me.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
For the first time in a long time he decided to trust that the woman next to him, who smelled like peaches and cream and made him think of nothing but sex, wasn't going to kill him in his sleep.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
Is he always like this?" she said irritably. "Flying by the seat of his pants?""Pretty much, yeah." Oliver grinned. "He's not a planner. But he happens to be the best improviser I've ever known.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
Levi watched her carefully again, his gaze roaming over her face, as if he was trying to see into her mind. "You're not lying. Why are you doing this?""Because if I try to shut you out you'll cause me more problems than I want to deal with. And I don't want to kill you.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
Stop. Talking."Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers."What would you have me do instead?""For starters? Put your mouth to better use.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
Walk with me to the beach. We need privacy," he said quietly, his voice a seductive whisper against her ear.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
I don't want forever. I never did... I just want right now.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
When I'm feeling this way, there're only two activities that calm me down." He shrugged. "Fighting's one of them.""What's the other?" she asked, then cursed herself for opening her stupid mouth.Because his green eyes were gleaming now, smoldering with sin. "What do you think, luv?"Several seconds ticked by as their gazes held."It's fucking," he drawled. "Pure, hard-core fucking.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
If you wanted a peek at my dick I would have sent pictures," Levi growled.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
You strip away every ounce of civility in me, Selene” - Levi
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
God, you don't have a romantic bone in your body, Sean."He flashed a cocky grin. "Maybe not, but there's definitely one in my pants.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
She wanted to know what it was like to be completely possessed by this man. Instead of scaring her, the thought sent the most erotic thrill racing through her. If she was stupid enough to sleep with him, she knew that things between them would end badly, but she wanted Levi in a way that defied logic, and probably her sanity, and she wanted everything he had to offer. Even if she got burned in the end.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
Cuba changed you. I changed you. And you are changing me.
— Linda Bond, Cuba Undercover
She nodded and somehow found her voice. You're going too slow," she whispered.A wicked smile spread across his face that she felt all the way to her toes. It softened his normally harsh expression, making him look years younger. That look should be illegal.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
He kissed her like he owned her, and in that moment, he did. The kiss was rough and punishing, his tongue forcing her lips open and sweeping into her mouth with greedy precision. Electricity raced up Bailey's spine, red-hot and powerful, as powerful as the deep strokes of Sean's tongue and his tight grip on her waist."You want me," he muttered into her lips...
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
She didn't want to talk with Levi. And wasn't that the problem. She wanted to do things that didn't involve any talking. Well, maybe it did if you counted dirty talk.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
He could find out if Tasev was guilty, then make him wish he'd never been born. A quick death for Tasev would be too easy.No way in hell would that happen. The man would suffer for a long time before he took his last breath. That part of Levi had changed and he knew it. He'd never relished death or suffering before. Then he'd lost everything that mattered.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
You're sleeping here?" He'd originally planned to just cuff her to him but now she'd proved the cuffs were useless and she didn't seem to be going anywhere."Well, I'm not sleeping on the floor. Unless you're worried about me killing you in your sleep?
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
Well?" he prompted, toying with the elastic of her leggings. "What should we do with these pants, Bailey?"One teasing stroke of his fingers over her belly, and a breath shuddered out of her lungs."Take them off," she choked out.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive
I'll make you a deal. You can come with me to the meeting - if we can work out an agreeable plan - but you don't kill him until I get what I want. I have less than a week. Can you live with that time line?
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
He couldn't tell if she was checking him out with sexual interest or sizing him up. Did she know who he was? Truly was...Or maybe she just wanted to get to know him. Hell if he knew. It'd been too long since he'd paid attention to a woman and he hated that he couldn't tell if that was feminine interest in her gaze.And now, after two years, his cock decided to wake up.Fuck.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
And . . . I owe you.” Selene didn’t explain because she knew he’d think she was referring to when Meghan saved her life. That was fine with her. Telling him exactly how she owed him would strip her open too bare and she wasn’t willing to let anyone see that vulnerable side of her.“Telling the truth again.” He frowned now, true confusion in his gaze. Whether from her words or the fact that she was letting him in on this op. “You plan to try to bring me in after the op?”“No.” That was actually the truth. Wesley, however, was a different story. But she refused to let her mind go there, knowing Levi would pick up on it.Levi started to respond when a burst of gunfire from the pool area made them both turn at the noise. Selene automatically moved off the bench, crouching down behind it and to her surprise Levi moved in front of her, blocking her even though they were too far away to be in any danger from what she could hear.“This is what happens when you get a bunch of criminals under the same roof,” he muttered.She snorted in agreement. “I’m leaving using the beach. You’re free to join me.” There hadn’t been any more gunfire so likely the guards had the situation under control but she wasn’t heading back up there. She’d already had her meeting so she had no reason to return.Now he snorted as he turned to face her, still crouching low. He slid his long, callused hands down her bare arms. This time she couldn’t hide the shiver. “Oh, I’m joining you,” he murmured, a seductive note in his voice.But the timing was all wrong. For once she wished she understood the opposite sex more. What was he doing? She’d already told him he could come on the op with her. Her nipples tightened and her body hummed with a strange anticipation as he lightly held her wrists in both hands, his thumbs rubbing her inner wrist in small circles. She started to pull back and he let go of one of her wrists. As she pushed out a sigh of relief, the feel of cold steel skimmed her skin just as the soft snick of handcuffs clicked into place.
— Katie Reus, Shattered Duty
Fallon, you're my Achilles Heel. I want to fuck you senseless, until you feel me imprinted on you even when I'm not inside you. But that's all I want--all I can allow myself.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
I don’t want forever. I never did… I just want right now.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
Fallon, you’re my Achilles Heel. I want to fuck you senseless, until you feel me imprinted on you even when I’m not inside you. But that’s all I want—all I can allow myself.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
She'd taken one look at him the first time they'd met and it was like her body had just erupted into a ball of heat and hunger.
— Katie Reus, Chasing Danger
If Shane had avoided her for years because of a kiss, he might leave the country over a blow and hand job.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
He was so damn sexy, with beautiful bronzed skin that showed off his Mediterranean heritage.
— Katie Reus, Chasing Danger
When Dax turned to her, those blue eyes that reminded her of the Aegean Sea pinning her, all thought process left her mind.
— Katie Reus, Chasing Danger
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.
— Katie Reus, Chasing Danger
...People so often ignored their gut because of social niceties and expectations. Luckily Dax didn't have that issue
—  he was barely fucking civilized.
Sometimes you have to go ‘yippee-ki-yay’ on a person who deserves it.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
If you were truly ‘here for me,’ you would have a Kahlua in one hand and Henry Cavill’s number in the other. Since I’m not having drunken phone sex with Superman, there must be another reason you’re darkening my living room.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
From the safety of his BMW with tinted windows, he watched Hannah Young pull out of her parking space, seemingly in a hurry to leave work. He'd hoped to catch her alone, but the garage was too busy right now. He wasn't out of place at all, but he couldn't have made a move against her without someone noticing. And following her from the hospital wasn't an option. Traffic in Miami was too thick this time of day.	Something told him she'd notice if he tailed her. Hannah was far too smart for her own good. She'd seen something she shouldn't have, and unfortunately he needed to eliminate her.	It wasn't something he relished doing, but it came down to his life or hers.
— Katie Reus, Chasing Danger
Are you trying to tell me you were a virgin before me?" she asked teasingly...	He snorted at the question. "I just wanted to give you fair warning that I'm going to fuck up. Probably a lot."	She shrugged, seemingly unfazed. "Me too. That's what relationships are about. We'll argue, then have incredible make-up sex. And as long as you always concede that I'm right after an argument, we'll be fine.
— Katie Reus, Chasing Danger
She was different from any other women he'd been with. Something he'd known from the moment he'd met her and she'd made a smart-ass comment about him looking like GI Joe on vacation.
— Katie Reus, Chasing Danger
If you were truly 'here for me,' you would have a Kahlua in one hand and Henry Cavill's number in the other. Since I'm not having drunken phone sex with Superman, there must be another reason you're darkening my living room.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
Travis Sanchez rubbed a hand over his head as he stepped into an elevator at the Red Stone Security building. His Mohawk was gone and he wore his hair in a buzz cut these days. It was probably his military background, but he always came back to this cut out of habit. The walk to Harrison's office was too short. He wasn't sure why his boss had called him in after his last security detail, but a small burst of panic had detonated in his gut. He loved this job, but there had been some issues with the CEO he'd recently been guarding not following Travis' orders. The asshole had almost gotten himself killed and now Travis wondered if his head was on the chopping block because of it.
— Katie Reus, Miami, Mistletoe & Murder
So how many tattoos do you have exactly?" she asked as Travis met her at the front of her car. It was a question she'd been dying to ask but she couldn't believe she'd just blurted it out all of a sudden. What was it about this man that made her so nervous that she spoke before she thought? 	He'd been blowing on the top of the travel mug that she'd let him use, but he stopped and faced her, his eyes darkening. "I'll let you find out on your own." There was a sensual note in his voice that she felt all the way to her toes.
— Katie Reus, Miami, Mistletoe & Murder
Her lips curved up then, as if she liked his answer. “Are you working tomorrow?”Dax nodded. “Yeah. Training stuff.” He was running weapons-training exercises with three of his guys and a small team of DEA agents. They liked to do joint operations, especially in Miami, where there was a smorgasbord of government agencies. But he couldn’t tell her that.“When do you get off?”The way she said “get off” brought up all sorts of images. Hannah must have read his expression, because she shook her head. “Pervert,” she muttered.He grinned, liking the camaraderie between them, as if part of that wall she’d erected had been knocked down.
— Katie Reus, Chasing Danger
It's all interrelated, these destructive things I do. I latch on to people, like I'm collecting them. I'm always looking for a hero, you know?
— Jenna Brooks, An Early Frost
Simon leveled the gun at Will again. 'Now,' he said casually, 'someone's gonna die here in the next minute.'On the other side of the two-way mirror, Sammy took aim.'That's exactly right,' she whispered.
— Jenna Brooks, An Early Frost
Sometimes you have to go 'yippee-ki-yay' on a person who deserves it.
— Naima Simone, Witness to Passion
Tempting as your offer is, I won’t go home with you. I can’t sleep with you, Justin. You say it doesn’t have to be that way, but you and I both know that’s the way it would be. You’re a risk I can’t afford to take.
— Sarah Grimm, Not Without Risk
I don’t do gentle, Mara,” he felt compelled to warn even as he worked his way down from her lips, over her chin, to the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder. He scraped his teeth over the frantic beat of her pulse and reveled in the delicate shudder that shook her body. “So if that’s how you think this is going to go, back out now.
— Tonya Burrows, Broken Honor
He also had deep brown eyes, light brown skin and an infectious grin, even in the middle of a grueling SWAT workout. In short, exactly her type. If only he wasn't a teammate, making him off-limits. And if only she didn't have baggage from her past that weighed more than he did.
— Elizabeth Heiter, SWAT Secret Admirer
Bra already forgotten, he was working on her pants, and he kissed every inch he bared, from her waist to her knees, then to her ankles, then her toes, one by one. he laid a path of kisses down on leg, then up the other, then he placed a long, lingering kiss at her center, through her panties, She was already wet for him.	Not that he hurried. All the impatience he'd shown earlier seemed to have evaporated. Doris could have crocheted a pair of panties in the amount of time it took Hunter to remove Gabi's.	She squirmed under him. "I thought they teach speed in the military."	"When warranted. There are times that call for careful deliberation."	"You're going to deliberate me to death," she warned, just as he finally parted her hot flesh, a move that immediately silenced her.	But he didn't touch her further. He blew on her clit.	She nearly jackkifed off the couch. He pushed her knees up until her heels touched her butt, then he pushed her knees out until she was spread wide open just inches from his face.	And then he just looked.	Good grief. What was there to look at?	"Touch me!" she snapped when she couldn't stand the suspense any longer. "Touch me, you torturous bastard. That's an order."	He laughed deeply and heartily. "And what are you going to do if I don't?"	"I'll arrest you."	"I think that's what they call an abuse of power." His eyes glinted darkly. "But the idea of handcuffs does have considerable merit.
— Dana Marton, Deathwish
Christ, she was like his own personal drug, and he’d been jonesing for more of her since November. And now that he’d had her again, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to quit her. Yeah. He was in trouble.
— Tonya Burrows, Broken Honor
Don't."	That one word made him freeze. "Don't what?"	"Touch me right now." Her voice cracked on the last word before she swallowed hard again. "If you do, I'll invite you to join me in bed and I don't think that's the smartest thing right now."	"What not?" he asked bluntly. Because getting naked with her sounded like a damn fine idea.
— Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
Men like him, the kind of guys who left the womb fighting? They didn’t get fairy-tale endings. They burned bright until they burned out—and he was burning out.
— Tonya Burrows, Broken Honor
Ten books in and the Red Stone Security series is still going strong because of you, my wonderful readers. Thank you.
— Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
Honey, before I became the man who was to marry Olivia Hamilton, I was capable of taking care of myself. I can take care of you, too, for that matter. If you should ever decide to trust me." With that he turned the key. The old pickup's engine rumbled to life and he backed out kicking up fresh gravel.Livie bristled. She knew he thought her an overindulged debutante, but there was more to her than just being Buckmaster Hamilton's daughter and damned if she wasn't going to prove it to him. If he gave her the chance.
— B.J. Daniels, Wild Horses
She shifted, bringing them closer. The blanket slipped down to her waist, revealing a blue tee shirt that shouldn't have been sexy, but fit her curves like a second skin and molded her perfect breasts. Their breath mingled. The air charged around them. Their gazes met and locked.	Then Lucas sealed his fate and dropped his gaze to her parted lips.	"I don't want to be alone tonight," she whispered.
— Jennifer Lowery, Taking Chances
Have you found your Christmas spirit yet? he asked as they drove by Broslin Square.	The decorations were out of control. "This place would make Liberace feel underdressed.
— Dana Marton, Deathwish
Confused, she pressed a fist to her mouth to stifle her sobs as her tears came harder.	The door opened and Lucas stood there, bare-chested, a pair of jeans riding low on his lean hips. "Nora? Ah, hell. I hurt you, didn't I?"	He moved into the room and pulled her into his arms, hugging her to his chest. She wanted to fight it, avoid her feelings, but she melted into him, absorbing his warm strength.	"I'm sorry, baby," he murmured.	She shook her head. "you didn't hurt me."	Some of the tension left his muscles. "Well, not to worry, you only hurt me a little, but I'm taking it like a man.
— Jennifer Lowery, Taking Chances
She slid her hands up the front of Sawyer's shirt, shoving at it, wanting to see and feel all of him. Every muscular inch he was trying to hide under his clothes. She felt almost crazed with the need.	When he pulled his head back, breathing hard, he stared down at her. "How much have you had to drink?"	"Not enough to regret this.
— Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
I'm adaptable. A nomad, my mom always says."	Zoe raised an eyebrow.	"Your mom?"	"Well I wasn't spawned.
— Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
Dark brown nipples and perfect, pert breasts just a little more than a handful. Her abdomen was flat and toned, as if she worked out or ran. "You are built for sin," he murmured, looking up at her as he spoke.
— Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
He sucked in a breath, his head snapping back from hers. Groaning as he filled her, she arched her back against him, her nipples stroking his chest with the movement. They weren't going to make it to the living room. "Wall or floor?" he managed.
— Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
Nora sobered and turned back to the windows, her breath fogging the glass. "We may as well lay some ground rules if we're going to be stuck here for a few days."	"Okay."	"You can keep the bed, I prefer the sofa. I don't cook. I'm not a maid, so pick up after yourself. You can eat whatever you can find in the kitchen, but I'll warn you, I don't keep much. I prefer my privacy, so you'll have to occupy yourself. Any questions?	"Only one."	She turned to face him.	"What are you hiding from?
— Jennifer Lowery, Taking Chances
He glanced again at her tightly drawn face as he parked and understood, with sudden, startling clarity, that if they failed to find Tanya alive, then Bella, too, would be lost.
— Bronwyn Parry, As Darkness Falls
Nine people had died today. And it didn't matter what the FBI had thought of her actions. Her career as a negotiator had ended before it had even begun.
— Elizabeth Heiter, Seduced by the Sniper
The instant Isabella Cortez left the safety of the FBI building, goose bumps skittered across her skin and her senses went on high alert.
— Elizabeth Heiter, Disarming Detective
A dangerous glint came into his eyes. "Gabi, if I ever show up in your bedroom in the middle of the nigh, believe me, it won't be to give you a morality lesson."	She felt the promise of that through her body down to her toes. But she said, "If anyone showed up in my bedroom in the middle of the night, I'm likely to shoot them."	He laughed as he shook his head at her. "Of course, you would.
— Dana Marton, Deathwish
She was hot, he was a man; not being attracted would have been impossible. That gleaming dark hair tempted a man to find out what it would look like released from its tight bun. She had toned, endless legs. Her li8ps were distracting, especially that teasing mole in the corner. She could give a dead monk a boner.
— Dana Marton, Deathwish
You’ve been drinking. Let’s go before I become the asshole prick you think I am.
— Cristin Harber, Hart Attack
He kissed her dizzy, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waisst as he kissed his way down her neck.	"Make love to me," she whispered. "Like I'm a full-grown woman."	He pulled back to look at her. "As opposed to...?
— Dana Marton, Deathtrap
There’s no other way to look at you. You’re the definition of beauty.
— Cristin Harber, Hart Attack
Bing tightened his fingers around hers...."I know what I want."	She raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"	"Only you." And as he said the words, he felt a tremendous weight lifting from his chest. "It's always been only you..."	"All right." She narrowed her eyes. "But if you break my heart, I'm going to have Peaches have words with you."	"That's threatening a police officer. Technically.""What are you going to do?" She flashed him a teasing smile. "Arrest me?"	He bent his head to hers, all the way to her ear. "Stick with me and there might just be some handcuffs in your future," he whispered.	She laughed out loud. "I'll take that as an incentive to speedily recover.
— Dana Marton, Deathtrap
Fuck,” he murmured, his gaze tracking over her exposed chest and torso. “I was going to say this is going too fast.”	“You sure about that?” she murmured. 	“I don’t want to take advantage,” he continued, his voice strained as he sat up, staring down at her as if he didn’t know where to start.	Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her black bra and let it slide down her arms as she sat half up. “Then let me take advantage of you.
— Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
He glanced around, his eyes widening a little when he looked toward her bedroom.	She winced, but resisted the urge to jump and close the door. He was staring at the poster above her bed, an image of Annie Oakley with the quote "I ain't afraid to love a man. I ain't afraid to shoot him either.
— Dana Marton, Deathwish
He stepped closer with an intense, thoughtful look on his face. "We shouldn't do this."	Her heart gave a hard thud.	"You probably can't kiss." Another step closer. "What does the doctor say?"	"We never kissed," she deadpanned. "Dr. Pratt and I are not interested in each other that way."	The sound of his deep laughter broke the tension between them. He moved a little closer still.	"Dr. Pratt says intimacy is all right, unless the other person is sick." She couldn't believe she just said that. Why not put a neon sign on her forehead? DESPERATE FOR SEX.	"This isn't going to work." He leaned his forehead against hers, the skin-to-skin contact jolting. "This isn't the right time for either of us." His hands slid up her arms. "I shouldn't kiss you," he said.	And then he did.	Holy heaven.
— Dana Marton, Deathtrap
Okay," she said, breathless. "But just be quick about it. Please."	He looked up from her breasts to her face. "Stamina is usually considered a good thing in a man."	She tried to catch her breath. "It's... uncomfortable. I'm not good at this," she confessed. "I don't like to drag things out.:	His eyebrows slid up a fraction, his voice deepening to a silky smoothness. "Is that so?" And then ever so slowly, ever so carefully, he licked a lazy circle around her nipple.	A small moan escaped her throat, taking her by surprise and embarrassing her.	His lips twitched. Then he licked the nipple itself.	She moaned again, started by the pleasure.	Then he took her nipple into his mouth, sucked hard suddenly, and she felt moisture gather between her legs. When he moved to the other nipple while rubbing the first between his thumb and index fingers, she reached down to run her hands over his back and wide shoulders, over his hot, smooth skin, wanting to touch him as much as wanting to hold him in place.	He looked up. "For someone who's not good at this, you're amazingly responsive.
— Dana Marton, Broslin Bride: Gone and Done it
It's all messed up," she said.	"What is?" he asked quietly from behind her.	"Us."	"We're doing okay."	"I didn't set out to trap you or anything." Keith had accused her of that a hundred times.	"I don't feel trapped."	"Why?"	"I'm a simple guy. I have a beautiful woman in my arms. What's there to complain about?"	"I'm hardly beautiful. I look like an eggplant."	"Purple is my favorite color."	"There's a really annoying dinosaur you might want to watch with Justin over breakfast." But she smiled into the darkness.
— Dana Marton, Deathblow
...got the ink as a constant symbol of what I fight for and of what I have to live for.
— Megan Mitcham, Justice Mine
The chemistry was almost too much. And at the same time, not enough. She simply couldn’t get enough of him, wondered if she ever would. 	When he pulled back and slid into her again, she moaned his name. “Sawyer.” 	Her clit was pulsing, begging to be touched again. Feeling bold, she reached between her legs and started stroking herself as he began thrusting. 	“Oh yeah, touch yourself, sweetheart. Come on my dick,” he rasped out, his voice a bare whisper…
— Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
Wendy Belle wasn't the type of model foreign princes married. Yes, tall and graceful, but she didn't radiate a Grace Kelly-like cold beauty. Her lips were too sensuous for that, her eyes too mysterious. Her face was beautiful and perfect in its own way. More than beautiful - interesting. She was the type of woman a man could look at for a lifetime and not get bored.
— Dana Marton, Deathblow
The man's gaze hesitated on the four-inch cut on Joe's left cheek, courtesy of the log that had slapped him in the face on the river. With twenty-some stitches sticking out, the wound looked like a giant red caterpillar was crawling across Joe's face.	"Well, that'll disappoint the ladies." But then the captain grunted. "Never mind. With you, they'll probably like it, think it's all manly." He peered behind Joe. "Anyone naked in there?"	Joe stepped aside. "I'm having an off morning.
— Dana Marton, Deathblow
His last encounter with Wendy... Hell, she'd been the one to hurt his feelings.	The best sex of his life, and she'd kicked him out as soon as it was over, told him not to bother with calling because it was strictly a one-time thing. Told him, actually, while he'd still been inside her.	He groaned at the memory as he slipped behind the wheel, turning on the heat the second he had the engine started.	His day was shaping up to be an ass kicker. Which was saying something, considering that the day before included his arrest, a concussion, and a near drowning.
— Dana Marton, Deathblow
His phone rang just as he set his evidence kit on the ground. He glanced at the display and took the call. "Hey, Mom."	"I ran into Cindy Jenners at the store today."	"No."	"She's such a nice young woman."	"Not interested."	"Your sisters abandoned me."	"They didn't abandon you. They got married."	"They moved to other states. I don't have a single grandchild. within driving distance. How can they be so curel?" She gave a guilt-laden pause. "Mrs. Ottmann said she saw you talking to some blonde with Massachusetts license plates by the feed store yesterday."	Chase closed his eyes and brushed his thumb and forefinger over his eyelids. "I was giving her a speeding ticket...
— Dana Marton, Broslin Bride: Gone and Done it
He updated his report, doing his best to tune out the two men who staggered into the police station, dragging each other.	"I want you to arrest this idiot bastard," the taller one shouted, face contorted with rage. "He shit on my front porch!"	Your dog shits all over my yard every day," the other one countered shoving.	Calm down, please," Leila said when they reached reception.	The tall one thumped a fist on the counter. "I want to make a police report. I stepped in that shit!"	Chase checked out the floor behind them, the questionable footprints. Made a mental note to walk around them when he left.
— Dana Marton, Broslin Bride: Gone and Done it
Okay, more disclosure. I'm not a fugitive at the moment, but I might become one. I don't know if I'm going back for a trial. I can't go to prison and leave the twins alone. We'll leave before it comes to that. I don't want to get you in trouble."	Hilda waved off the words. "I'm an old woman. They ain't gonna take me out of here in shackles. I've seen most of the local officers run around in diapers."	Luanne was pretty sure that didn't mean immunity. She'd seen Chase naked, and that hadn't stopped him from arresting her. She didn't tell that to Aunt Hilda.
— Dana Marton, Broslin Bride: Gone and Done it
She could forgive him for missing their dinner date, but she would never forgive him for dying.
— Chrys Fey, 30 Seconds
I'm a patient man, but I'm not going to wait endlessly."	"But...," She stammered.	"But what?"	"It's so fast."	He growled. "When I went slow, you wanted fast. Now I'm going fast, you want slow. Luanne Mayfair, are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose, or is it just a lucky side benefit as far as you're concerned?
— Dana Marton, Broslin Bride: Gone and Done it
. Then I smile and in haste . . . I can't help it! I worship your silhouette. How I gaze and can't help but stare. I place my hands in your red hair. It is wonderful knowing you have found my undying love. 
— But now I'll end this and say goodnight and await the day to be with you through the night and wake with you in my arms underneath the morning light.
The shock of orgasm pulls you under the wave you never saw coming. It wrestles you to the point of exhaustion and allows you to breathe only when you’ve died la petite mort. When you’ve given all and received everything in return.
— Megan Mitcham, Stranger Mine