Sara Humphreys

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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'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.

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.

The man was absolutely beautiful. Vampire. Warrior. Whatever Shan Quesada was all man.

Sleep, Maya," he murmured softly. "Sleep, my love, and I promise that I will come looking for you.

All creatures are capable of darkness, but not all choose to succumb to it.

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.

Even now, as a vampire, the fear of addiction ruled her world.Would she ever be free?

There ain't nothin' that makes a man feel more alive than white-hot desire.

You are the beautiful and elusive pinpoint of radiance that lit up the darkness and called me home.