12 Quotes by D.A. Henneman

The tips of her fingers started to tingle as did the tattoo of the small purple flower that decorated her chest. That was the last sign she needed. Whatever force that was looking out for her, it was sending her a warning.

Another step brought him close enough to see the tiny lines that creased the corners of her eyes. Logan took a deep breath, and fought the urge to run his fingers along their path. He wanted to know what caused them, wanted to be part of the laughter and the tears that now reflected on her beautiful face.

I for one would love nothing more than to see two rugged men battle it out, especially if you both did it shirtless in kilts. As a matter of fact, I would even take bets on who would win.