40 Quotes by Cindy Skaggs

She was making it damn hard to back away. "You're a sister. There are rules against this kind of thing.""My brother isn't here to object.""Then I have to object on his behalf.""Do you really think he'd rather I ended up with someone like that deputy.""Or the doctor," he reminded her."Than one of his teammates?""In a heartbeat, sugar. I'm a bad bet. No one knew that better than your brother.""Yet he chose you to watch over me.

Delusional?" He cocked his head to the side like a predator eyeing prey. "Not yet." Another step closer with a slight smile tilting his lips.He didn't look crazy. He looked dangerous.She grabbed a steak knife and held it in front of her. It might be fun and games to him, but to her it was life or death.

For some twisted reason, she found his bruises more attractive than a pretty face. With windblown red-blond hair, unshaven face, and cocky bearing, he had that James Dean Rebel Without a Cause look going for him. He exuded the same kind of innate strength her brother had had. It wasn't something the Army trained into a man. A man was born with it.

Every woman on the planet thought she was "the one" who could tame the bad boy, but bad boys didn't change. Smart girls knew that. The reality didn't douse the attraction. Not that she wanted to. She liked to play with fire.

Sure, the ex-soldier was deadly. No one could dispute the shadow of death in his eyes, but he was also sexy I an unconventional way. Or maybe she was warped. From the first date to her last, she'd always chosen the wrong man. The charming doctor with the perfect smile did nothing for her. Not even the good-looking deputy. The soldier, however? Butterflies on steroids.

He was the kind of man who promised a rough, sweaty good time. The air around him snapped and hummed with sexual tension. Everything about him was out of her league.

Denial and desire fought for dominance in his expression. Her lungs squeezed and forced a shallow breath.Right there. His lips were right there.The pupils of his eyes dilated before he breached that hair's breadth of air separating them. Their lips met and the chemistry exploded, racing through her body like wildfire. Need burned hot as his lips owned hers.

One of the special teams turned sadistic in Kandahar and took out a village. The organization reacted swiftly by shutting down the program and denying any and all knowledge. Contracts were severed. Their service records heavily redacted. Overnight, the entire team was out. Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.