banter

Neil Mars?! I could blame him for having killer looks but he could not be faulted for this. He couldn__ have chosen that name for himself._No wonder he tortures his Mom by calling her by her name.

Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

Simon laughed heartily. ____ afraid the rest of us have to find talents to get our women into bed. Of course once they__e there, I have other talents that keep them right where they are.___andcuffs hardly count,_ Christian said offhandedly.__f you mean the ladies cuffing me to the bed so they can explore Hunt Island,_ he said, rubbing his chest, __then point taken. These hands are capable of making any female climax by the mere brush of a pinky across her bare breast.___ must have gone to the wrong island,_ I said with a private laugh.

A lazy smile reached his lips. __he mere sight of me shirtless takes your mind there? Good to know. I__ rather a solid fuck than getting my kumbayas out.

As a gentleman- assuming you still have some pretensions in that direction- of honor- again, perhaps presumptuous, but still supposing your passing acquaintance with the concept- it is your duty- I won't even trouble to speculate here, but remain naively hopeful- to protect those under your care.

I know what party you__e talking about. I might have to swing through. Especially if you__e going to be there in a costume._ He winked and leaned back in his seat.____ going as a homeless person.___exy.

Watching him, his hands buried in his pockets__o keep from circling her neck she supposed__he couldn't help but marvel at the curious mix of Southern courtesy and male arrogance, the natural assumption he shouldered of being lawfully in control. "Engaging in a moral battle isn't always hazardous to one's health, you know.""Doesn't look like it's doing wonders for yours.""Saints be praised, it can actually be rewarding."Looking over his shoulder, he halted in the middle of the room. "Irish.""I beg your pardon?""You. Irish. The green eyes, the tiny bit of red in your hair. Is Connor your real name?""Yes, why..." she said, stammering. Bloody hell. "Of course.""Liar."She felt the slow, hot roll of color cross her cheeks. "What could that possibly have to do with anything?""I don't know, but I have a feeling it means something. It's the first I've heard come out of that sassy mouth of yours that didn't sound like some damned speech." He tapped his head, starting to pace again. "What I wonder is, where are you in there?

There is nothing sexier than sword fight.

I would love a sandwich,' said Tybalt, with enough gravity to make it sound like a formal proclamation. Resolved: that we will have ham and cheese sandwiches.

Took long enough,_ she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. __ thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.

Long standing hatred between a man and a woman is just unspoken attraction that has bruised egos.

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