"If anyone looked at me with the raw desire that shows in his eyes when he looks at you, I’d be petrified they’d have me for dinner — and that I would be their willing victim. I might even throw myself on a plate, salt myself, and offer them a lick — you know, just so they could taste me."

"And when he took her hand to help her down, her heart did a funny— and frightening —little flip. And not just from the physical desire that his gaze had ignited, but from some new and unfamiliar sentiment that his words— and his touch —kindled in her.Bad, Julia. Bad. Bad. Bad."