Meljean Brook

Hot, hard and so thick that her fingertips didn't meet when she closed her hand around him.

She trailed after him, admiring the line of his back. He began climbing the stairs, and she sighed with pleasure. Every bit of him was gorgeous. __o you mind if I objectify you?___lease do,_ he said over his shoulder. __articularly my knees, as they are oft-neglected.___aybe if you ever got your pants off, they wouldn__ be.___t hardly matters, sweet; once they__e come off, the attention isn__ likely to center on my absurdly handsome knees.

...she studied his clothes, his top hat. __nd you__e just come from Parliament? How are you finding that?___t__ much like piracy. You tell your enemies that if they don__ fall in line, you__l leave them to die.

You'll see. I have a collection of fine waistcoats and a handsome face." He stepped back to let her take in the full effect of both and her smile spread to the edge of a laugh.

His dark gaze searched her face. __ren__ you curious, inspector? A kiss__nd only a kiss.__nly a kiss . . . from someone who wanted her. Longing slipped through her, tugging at hopes best kept buried. Yes, Mina wanted to know. But she couldn__ afford it.__o,_ she said.He smiled. __iar.

His gaze settled on her mouth. __ave you been kissed before, inspector?___hy?_ If he wanted virgin lips, she__ claim to have serviced an army.__f it__ your first, I__l do it differently.___ou won__ do it at all.___es, I will.

When you're surrounded by stupidity, self-preservation isn't a sin.

A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.

Yes. I rememb

Mina__ mouth dropped open, and he bent his head as if to kiss her. She jammed her gun barrel under his chin. He grinned.